Broken Boulder as long as you're still burning bright

Eventually.

And so true to his dog tendencies, Ulf would wait for that eventually to come.

His triangle shaped ears stood tall on his crown at the words that flowed from the Governor. If he was a human he would have literally been on the edge of his seat, eager to answer whatever question would flow forth from his companion. Although the question that appeared seemed almost funny to the wolfdog. A gentle chuckle escaped him. Little mouse. He murmured in response. It was a name that Ulf had even been called once or twice back home. But what was the term doing here with Alarian?