Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

He wasn't sure what he was doing awake before sunrise. Perhaps it was the fact that the darkness and the light never seemed very different to the wolfdog. Or maybe it was the thirst that gripped his throat like he had swallowed gravel and sand. Likely the latter. Ulf moved through the territory silently, making sure not to disrupt anyone who was still dozing.

While he was usually good at being silent, it was hard to remain silent when he followed the fresh trail of Alarian. His steps seemed faster and he wasn't concerned if he stepped on a twig or kicked a stone on his way there. Although he slowed his pace once the wolf was in view, his tail waved behind him as he watched for a few seconds.

What was he doing out here alone? Instinctively, he drew close to Alarian with a low whine of greeting vibrating in his throat.