Kildeer Rest john my beloved

He hadn't caught Ulf's scent until after the encounter— it was fresh. Too fresh. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened, and the realization quickly sent Alarian into a panic. Heart suddenly pounding, he followed the trail as quickly as possible; he wasn't as fast as he had been before his leg injury, though, and it showed. Especially after— well, that.
A million thoughts hit him, but mostly he could only think that his friend was disgusted. He couldn't have known that he was right, if for the wrong reasons. Alarian assumed, wrongly though he couldn't know, that Ulf wasn't uhh... down with the gay. Not because he had any evidence or reason— just because it was the worst case scenario, and Ali seemed to like those.
When he finally spotted him, his pace picked up. He opened his mouth to call out to the wolfdog, but— words failed him. His chest and lungs felt tight, constricted; he didn't want to lose Ulf's companionship. Alarian drew closer, chuffing and whining to announce his presence. He was tired— more so, after what he had done, and he didn't know if he even had the energy to fix this. Maybe he would just lose Ulf, too; maybe he would lose everyone.