Broken Boulder used to know

He couldn't have known that anything was plaguing his friend, but he sought his company anyway. For more selfish reasons, perhaps. Alarian didn't linger on how long it took to find his friend, nor the fact that he almost seemed to be hiding when he found him— well, he didn't linger on it at first. He paused in his brisk approach as he realized not all was well with the wolfdog, slowing to a stop and chuffing uncertainly.
The Governor wondered then at Ulf's elusiveness, at his prone position. He wondered if someone had hurt him— physically or otherwise. His jaw tightened at the thought, and he inched forward. Ulf? Alarian called softly, unwilling to draw too near in case it would be unwelcome. He lowered his own body, as had become habit around the wolfdog, and waited anxiously for an answer.