Broken Boulder used to know

He stayed still through all the preening, soaking in Alarian's scent. It was comforting and served as a reminder that the wild wasn't as terrible as he had been told it was as a child. He had just learned there were a few bad faces but certainly not all were bad. Bad faces didn't care for you like he had been cared for already in such a small window of time.

"Alarian." Ulf spoke the name delicately into the fur of the wolf. He was not particularly sure why he spoke the name but it felt right at the moment. Perhaps speaking his name would make the feelings of comfort last longer.