In all honesty, Ulric had absolutely no idea what to do in the situation he had suddenly been thrust into. He had always been a defender of some sort or another, and while he wasn’t some bumbling idiot (though some would argue), he was more accustomed to using brawn over brains to figure things out. As Somnus carefully treaded closer, the roan watched with mild surprise as his King and best friend suddenly folded his legs and settled on the charred ground beneath them. The voice he used was the very same one he often heard him use when speaking with his children, and although the knew the squirrels couldn’t verbally understand them, he hoped that the shift in body language and the gentle timbre of his voice would read loud and clear that they meant no harm - only to mend whatever it was that had come between them or upset them in the first place. Rather than speaking up himself in fear of ruining the tender situation entirely, Ulric hung back several yards from Somnus but still stood closer than Sloane did herself, ready to jump in if the need arose. ooc - Have a soft shitty post D: He’s just floundering |
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