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He watched with a gentle grin as Uncle Philip bowed. Ulf let his tail sway in return as his good eye watched the male carefully. It wasn't long before he was speaking again, this time laying on the ground. The canine quickly followed suit and laid on the ground - his back legs awkward splayed behind him.

"Alarian." He tested the name on his accented tongue. Perhaps that was a strange nickname for Uncle Philip or maybe vice versa. Ulf didn't question it for he was now placing trust into the gold-kissed male. "Ulf." The masked male finally introduced himself softly.