Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

His throat tightened at Ulf's words, and he pressed closer. Yes, His voice trembled, the sound slightly muffled by the other male's fur. No one had really asked him that before— and while he knew the wolfdog only meant right now, it meant more to him than he could express. Truth be told, he wasn't happy— not with his life, not in general.
But right now, he was.
Ulf— Alarian began, then paused a few beats before he continued. Why did you come here— to the wilds? You must know it's dangerous... Because he had to question it— he had to, at least once or a dozen times. More likely the latter. Honestly, the wolfdog seemed like a blessing, fallen into his lap at random; too good to be true. He would have been lying if he said it wasn't a little suspicious, from his jaded perspective.