Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

Though only a drizzle for now, the rain was cold; thin-coated as he was, Alarian dreaded what a few minutes under the light sprinkle would do to him. He felt Ulf press against him, and allowed himself to lean into the touch, using the icy rain to excuse it away in his mind. A soft sigh escaped him.
Does it bother you? Alarian murmured, pressing his nose to the base of the wolfdog's ear. He wondered if he should invite him to his den— would he find it strange? For the first time, the Governor considered cultural differences. And wow, that was a big concept, and it kind of terrified him— what if he and Ulf had already misunderstood each other on some level?