Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

omg i love ali

Their minds were in far different places but Ulf didn't know so he didn't mind.

If he was a cat he would have purred at the preening that Alarian gave him. Instead, he only managed a low rumble that built in his chest. It felt better than watching him look away. Was it selfish to use himself to distract the male? If the gold-kissed wolf was focused on the canine, then he didn't have time to be sad elsewhere. Ulf figured it was the easiest way to go about things as he didn't particularly like seeing Alarian as anything other than happy.

He tilted his head up with hopes of catching a glance at the male as his tail swayed gently.