Broken Antler Fen Oh, it don't work like it should, raised by the wolves

As he patrolled, Nico allowed his thoughts to swallow him up. He had been thinking a lot recently, about everything and nothing in particular. He just thought - it helped to distract him from everything else. Usually, the soldier's day consisted of sleeping, eating, patrolling, hunting, thinking, then repeating. Occasionally, when he came in contact with another pack wolf, he would have a small conversation, smile a bit, act friendly, then move on and continue with his little routine. There wasn't much to do alone, he realised with a wry smile, glancing around with an air of a tired veteran, which in a way, he was.

No sane wolf would be out in this cold, so he wasn't too worried, but Nico still kept an eye out knowing that desperate creatures were not sane creatures, and when wolves grew desperate, they would resort to extreme measures. He was here to ensure that even if they resorted to extreme measures, they would not bother the wolves of Broken Antler Fern. It was a quiet job, allowing him to wallow in his foreboding thoughts and lonliness, but he enjoyed it all the same. 

The soldier was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice the figure approaching from the distance.