Kildeer Rest john my beloved

Oh. That was what this was about— suddenly, it made sense. It made a horrible amount of sense. His ears flattened immediately at Ulf's words, expression changing rapidly. Shock first— then confusion, and fear— and then something unreadable.
He didn't know how he felt about it. Clearly, Ulf wanted more than just what Alarian had shared with the stranger— why else would he be so upset by it? But he didn't know if he could give more. Not to anyone— unless they had a really pretty last name. A little hysterically, he thought he didn't even know the wolfdog's last name. Or if he had one. Ha. Ha.
But that didn't mean there wasn't a part of him that wanted it. Maybe a larger part than he would ever be comfortable admitting. I— I didn't realize you felt that way, The words came soft, slightly breathless. Ulf, I— what is it you want from me, exactly? It was not a hostile question; it was genuine, perhaps a little raw. He needed to know— he needed to know so he could tell Ulf if he could give it to him or not.