Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

The question inspired a small hum from him, wondering how to word it. Not nice, not good. He admitted with half of a frown. They rough. It was no wonder Ulf couldn't keep up with them. He didn't have half the power they had and didn't share the same kind of mindset. Lot of... His voice faded off as he tried to recall the word to use. His brows furrowed in frustration that he couldn't find the right words. Ulf wanted to answer Alarian's question the best he could but it was not an easy task.

A sigh finally escaped him as his shoulders sagged a bit. Alarian always here? Had his wolf friend always inhabited the secluded slice of land that Bracken Sanctuary laid? It would make sense to Ulf but he supposed that Alarian could have been like himself.