Broken Boulder as long as you're still burning bright

The wolfdog had a knack for finding Alarian. By choice and by chance. It was the preening form of the governor that caught his attention. Icy eyes seemed to warm with kindness at such a familiar sight. A soft sway occupied his tail as he tentatively moved forward, covering ground between the two of them. Hopefully he wasn't about to interrupt anything.

A soft chuff escaped him as he closed the distance. If allowed, Ulf would aim to brush against Alarian's side in an almost affectionate greeting.