Broken Boulder if i should die tonight,

He watched fondly as Ulf nibbled at the fish, slightly disappointed to see him stop, though the answer to his question was worth it. I'm glad, Alarian told him; he meant it. The follow-up question was admittedly unexpected, and for several beats he considered lying. He recalled Ulf's honesty the day they had met, and took a breath.
Tired, He admitted— then, a step further. Stressed. There's a lot going on lately. The boy twisted his neck lazily to meet Ulf's invading paw with his nose, taking it gently between his teeth if allowed; either way, he pulled away a beat later and fixed Ulf with a curious (and still quite upside down) look. The male spoke with the same accent as Mahler— truthfully, kind of a turn on, though Alarian couldn't decipher whether it was because of Mahler or not. Where are you from, Ulf?