The Bracken Woods when the earth was split in fives

Ulf let out a small whuff at the nips that he received, his form pressing up against the tree. The wolf dog was not uncomfortable but he had not been expecting such playfulness. If he could be quick enough against the competition of his slender companion, Ulf would aim to use his forehead to but into the shoulder of Alarian. A shove for a shove.

Although the the act might have been taken as he wanted the wolf away typically, Ulf wanted anything but that at this playful moment. With a small grin on his face he was prepared to shuffle forth to the gold-kissed wolf if he moved out of reach.