Broken Antler Fen I've seen those eyes before

Wandering. That seemed the sum up his life nowadays. He was nothing but a wanderer, a wolf whose only purpose was to protect and stay by certain silver fae, and even that was beginning to get a bit tiresome. Not that he would leave her, after all, she was the last wolf grounding him to this brutal world, but they were talking less, interacting less, and Nico was beginning to fear that she was already moving on and had found someone better in this new pack. Angry, irrational jealousy stirred within the pit of Nico's stomach, and biting back a growl, he stalked through the land, having just finished patrolling.
      
      Distantly, Nico registered the storm thundering around him, slicing through the forest and billowing gusty winds of ice through the trees. He figured that he probably shouldn't be out here right now, but realised that he really couldn't care less...not in this state at least. He shrugged to himself, looked around absentmindedly and continued wandering, silently drifting away into the stormy thoughts in his mind that echoed the raging ice surrounding him in this land of reality.

      At least Nico would be alone with his thoughts. After all, who in their right mind would be out in this weather?