Nocturne Summit back down

Nicolas was tired. What was it? 6 months? A year? He wasn't sure how long exactly he'd been a loner, wandering around with no particular purpose but to hunt and fight and shag, but well, mainly to survive. He'd never really thought about how utterly boring it really was to wander for so long without purpose, in fact, once, he'd been so close to jumping off a cliff simply because it offered him an adrenaline rush. Obviously, he didn't do it, otherwise he wouldn't be here right now, but he'd been an inch from falling over from boredom — literally. He knew it was time to seek out a pack and offer his service and 'undying' loyalty once more, but he didn't seem to be able to find a pack that gave the right vibes, ya know? It just didn't seem right.

      Maybe he should just live the rest of his days alone and die alone, without a mate or children, his legacy and bloodline finishing with him.

      Nah. That was way too depressing.

      The wind ruffled his fur and he exhaled softly, enjoying the breeze before straightning up, glancing around warily. There was someone nearby, someone unfamiliar, someone from a pack. Nico took a few steps forward before he caught sight of the stranger wolf, pale furred and definitly unfamiliar. To approach, or to not approach? That was the ultimate question. He took a second to think, before shrugging and taking a few slow steps forward, sure that the pale wolf would notice him sooner or later.