Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

Ulf's ears raised ever so slightly, listening carefully and not pulling away from the touch. His brows furrowed softly. If allowed, he'd lean his muzzle into Alarian's cheek. No, no. He spoke in hushed tones. Alarian not idiot. It was a word he was plenty familiar with. His father and brother's had used it plenty of times (not to mention everyone else as well). If there was one thing Ulf knew it was that Alarian did not fit such a word.

It was only now that he fully realized the coldness that was biting at his stomach as it soaked through his fur. Tentatively he stood up a bit higher but not daring to reach his full height. The droplets falling from his underside back into the small pool of water.

Cold. He spoke the single word softly. He hadn't meant to change topics but the thought of the coldness was at the front of his mind now.