Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

Ulf is too precious for this world STOP

He couldn't help but smile, a soft laugh escaping him— not a mean laugh, but maybe a little smitten, which could have possibly been worse. But he couldn't help it; if there was any sure way to earn his affection, it was by letting him be a complete idiot without making him feel like one. Alarian nudged his friend softly, increasing his pace slightly to take the lead— he had a place in mind, now.
Paradise Garden was beautiful even at night, painted in a myriad of vibrant shades illuminated faintly by the moon and stars. The Governor slowed as the scent of the slowly swaying wildflowers surrounded him. Some butterflies flitted around them, though not nearly as many as during the day. He stopped and glanced back to Ulf, eyes a sparkling shade of gold under the darkness; as much as he enjoyed this place, he found himself more concerned with what his friend made of it. He hoped the wolfdog found it as enchanting as he did.