Broken Boulder used to know

The longer he lingered in the fur of Alarian, soaked in the attention of the caring gold-kissed wolf, the less he wanted to leave. He'd tie himself to the male if it meant not having to be alone or facing the wilds again. Home could wait as long as the Sanctuary was here.

The small word stirred him from his thoughts, ears perking as he debated on pulling his face out of the ruffled fur. It seemed like an undesirable act. "I?" He asked softly, only pulling far enough away to be heard but still close enough for the fur of his face and Alarian's neck to mingle.

He no longer felt bad about crowding the male and as such, he likely wouldn't ever be very far from him now.