Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

At first, he had been content and looking forward to the trip but then he noticed the shift in atmosphere. The way Alarian looked away without a word. He stayed still and silent for a moment. It hurt to keep watching, though. Ulf knew he needed to do something.

He lowered himself into a submissive position and crept a bit closer, his curled tail attempting to hide between his legs. If allowed so close, Ulf would aim to crawl underneath Alarian's chest - seek shelter between his front legs. Hopefully he could provide comfort this way for it was the one way he knew the best from his time in the north.