The cold and long nights were coming he knew, seen by the dropping temperatures and the leaves of his forest changing colors. Yes, he considered it his forest despite it not belonging to any pack of these lands. He had lived beneath their boughs for nearly four years now and they belonged to him as much as anyone, in his mind at least. He leaned against the solid bark belonging to one of the towering pines enjoying the way it bit into his broad shoulder and sufficed to scratch an itch that had been plaguing him. He needed to work on storing some food for the coming winter today, taking down a nice doe or sow would fix him up nicely for the freezing months but it was much easier thought than done for a bachelor. Hunting had never been his strong suit either, that had always been left to…

He leaned harder into the tree, dragging himself away from the thoughts that afflicted him enough while he slept. Dwelling on what was past did not help him now, and if he let himself be overwhelmed by that black sea he wouldn’t survive the week much less the hard months ahead. Sighing he pushed off from the tree, taking am moment to turn his bright verdant eyes up towards the pale sky that just peaked between the limbs. He couldn’t quite bring himself to bare himself beneath its watchful eye just yet and so he turned, slowly padding deeper into the arms of the trees that harbored him. Occasionally he would lower his head or raise it in turn attempting to catch or follow a scent to no real avail. It was rather a miracle he’d survived by himself for this long, but it was better than the alternative.