Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

He watched Ulf's ears flatten, and immediately regretted breaking the contact. Alarian knew his moodiness was childish at best. He knew the sweet wolfdog didn't deserve to deal with it. But he didn't know how to stop it— how to either fix himself or cut off the friendship developing between them. The latter thought, he didn't even want to entertain.
So he let his feet find the earth again, and crept closer to his friend. This time, he was the one tucking himself against Ulf; tentatively, he leaned to press his muzzle into the wolfdog's chest fur. It was soft, inviting, and if allowed he would nuzzle gently into his chest.