Morningside Cuesta didn't ask too many questions, didn't have too much to say

It was almost in his nature now to trail after Alarian. Especially when the governor seemed tired and thin. Ulf never spoke of it openly but he had acknowledged it silently to himself. Perhaps that was what pulled him to follow today. A protectiveness.

He weaved back and forth off the scent of Alarian which left him a little late to the scene. At first, he thought nothing of it but a second glance left a strange feeling building in him. He didn't recognize that feeling that built in his chest and stomach but it was not a feeling he would have ever associated with the gold-kissed wolf.

Part of him wanted to disrupt the scene, shove the stranger away and yet...he couldn't fathom doing that. Ulf had never been brave. He had never stood up for his emotions. So he awkwardly stood far enough away from the duo to not disrupt anything but there was a look on his face that could only convey pure discomfort and perhaps a tinge of jealousy underneath the surface.

What did this stranger have that he didn't? Was it better looks? No bad eye? The proper ability to speak? Or was it something far simpler - like the stranger was a feral and Ulf was not. How could he compete with all of that?