Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

He followed Alarian out of the tunnel without a protest. His side still cold even when they exited. It would likely take some time for his underside to dry off and warm up again.

His icy eyes looked to the Governor as he spoke. Masked head bobbed slightly. We good. Because Ulf could not expect this friendship to be without its ups and downs. It was a ridiculous thought even if he wished it to be true. At the mention of cute guys, Ulf smiled gently almost shyly. The wolfdog was still amazed that Alarian was full of so much niceness.

Beautiful. He whispered softly, recalling the words the gold-kissed male had said when they spoke of Ulf's eye. It was a word he had held onto fondly and it only seemed right to use it now.

Ulf wanted to press his head under Alarian's head but momentarily refrained from doing so. Won't go under Alarian. Not after seeing the cluster of emotions and words that had formed after doing so. He would avoid doing so for now until he figured out a better way to offer comfort.