The Bracken Woods when the earth was split in fives

It seemed Ulf was feeling rather... zen— unfortunately for him, Alarian felt like several shots of vodka with redbull as a chaser. He accepted the invitation enthusiastically nonetheless. It occurred to him as he moved to tuck himself next to Ulf that perhaps he accepted the touch of others too easily. Maybe that was why—
No. He blinked hard and turned his attention back to Ulf, moving to nuzzle him affectionately if he allowed the touch. There was some playfulness to the affection, though— hard as he was trying, he couldn't quite settle down fully. He wanted to play. It didn't really seem like Ulf was the playing type, really; at least, not in Alarian's experience. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try, because he would have been far too shy to try with anyone else. Like, what even would @Delight think of him if he tried to play with him? (He knew what Samothes would think, and while that thought was very enticing, it wasn't quite what he was looking for at this moment.)

quietly edits in a tag bc u should def see this LMAO