Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

He watched hesitantly, noting the way Alarian lifted a leg with care. His stomach pressed into the cool wet ground below him now. Not only had he ruined the trip - he had possibly ruined Alarian. Ulf knew he had blown it. The Sanctuary was going to be livid at the wolfdog for ruining their leader. His ears pressed hard against his crown.

The canine wanted to melt into the ground. It would be so much easier to just disappear with the wind right now. He couldn't bring himself to meet Alarian's gaze, settling to look at the space on the ground between them instead. Forgive me. He whispered in a soft plea because he knew it was not Alarian's fault for the situation that had risen, it was his own.