Broken Boulder if i should die tonight,

Alarian could have melted right there; part of him wanted to believe Ulf's sweet demeanor was something special, reserved only for a few, but he found the more likely idea of it simply being in the male's nature equally endearing. If considerably less encouraging. Though, he knew from experience that getting attached was a terrible idea in the first place. Wolves and dogs were not meant to mix, and such attachments could only end in tragedy.
He rolled back onto his stomach, finding himself a little closer to the wolfdog than before, now. I am taking a break, Alarian explained with a slightly shy smile. This was his break. The smile faded when he noticed the reaction his question had inspired, and the boy immediately decided he would not pry further. Emboldened partially by guilt, he crept closer to press his muzzle briefly to the snowy fur of Ulf's cheek. For several beats after he pulled away, he was not sure how to continue. Finally, he said: I'm... glad you made it here. I promise I'll take care of you— we will, I mean.