Long stretches of time had past since he last had contact with others like him. Even now, he knew it was safe for him to converse with others, yet he still felt haunting fears of some lurking illness in his pelt that might claim another.A good full cycle of seasons had past since he left his dwindling, dying pack. He hadn't made any ill. But nightmares still plagued his mind from time to time and he watched his steps carefully.
His hefty paws carried him silently through the shafts of sunlight that filtered through the trees' leaves. Light and darkness dappled over his brown, brightly streaked pelt and his single eye watched his surroundings sharply. Though he had been alone for some time, he still carried himself like the proud, strong beta he once was and he longed for the companionship of others. Perhaps his life would soon be taking a turn for the better.
He hoped that it was taking a turn for the better.
Life alone had been far too lonely, though he managed to survive fine so far. He was not cut out for the life of a lone wolf, he craved physical and social companionship. He thirsted for it as a parched, dehydrated wolf thirsts for water. He had to have it, yet he did not wish to bring others the same misery and pain that he had once experienced, thus his self imposed isolation.
