The Bracken Woods when the earth was split in fives

His icy blue eyes had closed as he hummed, resting on the soft ground. If Alarian had walked past him it was likely neither of them would have noticed. Alas that was not the case. The calling of his name had ceased his humming and caused his eyes to crack open. Head turning so that his good eye could see the familiar voice. The gold-kissed wolf looked like he belonged with all the rich forestry. Ulf was too mellowed to dig up his bitter feelings and instead he merely smiled in return, features soft with nothing but adoration. If he could just appreciate the beauty of the Governor and not think about the feelings involved...well, perhaps that would make things easier.

Come? He gently asked instead of his usual beckoning. There was plenty of room by the roots of the tree that Ulf had backed up against. The moss and fern covered ground would supply a plush enough resting place for his typically weary companion. Ulf had never openly pressed the matters of Alarian's health but he wondered if it was time to go to someone else about it. Would they listen to the silly pack dog who could not speak like them? He could only hope so.