Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

Oh. Something ached fiercely in his chest to hear Ulf's simple, vague explanation; left behind. Abandoned. No doubt their experiences were different, but Alarian thought he could relate, in a way. He pulled back only for a moment, to meet the wolfdog's brilliant winter-blue eyes. Then, tentatively, he pressed his muzzle to his friend's cheek if he allowed it.
I'm sorry, He breathed, barely audible. I won't let that happen to you here. I promise.
For a moment, selfishly, bitterly, he wished someone had been there to tell him that when he needed to hear it. At least, he thought, he could offer it to Ulf.