Broken Boulder if i should die tonight,

Sadly, Ulf could not reciprocate the gladness at Alarian's answers. The fish was forgotten for now as he instead focused on the Governor. His ears pushed forward with interest. Thoughts of what to say — how to say it — tumbled through his mind as he felt teeth gently touch his paw. He did not shy away from the touch because before he could have reacted, Alarian's presence on his paw disappeared. "Take break? Sleep?" The canine suggested softly for he didn't realize that perhaps it was a tiredness that sleep couldn't cure.

His head settled down on the earth again although his gaze stayed fixed on the wolf. The question caused his features to fall a bit flat, recalling the memories of just where he had come from. "North. The sea." His voice had dropped to a whisper for only Alarian to hear.

Why did he ask? Did he plan to take him back? Ulf was not ready to go back home, not so soon. Even if he had felt lost and confused upon his arrival.