Firefly Glen missing you is a reptilian crawl

As he wandered the lush reaches of the glen, Libeccio began to wonder if his decision to leave Windsong Heights was made with an entirely sound mind, or if the maddening boredom had simply gotten under his skin. The persistent steadiness he once favored was now insulting to the man—three years of life on the earth and little to show for it. His accomplishments were slim, and his goals after reaching adulthood amounted to nothing more than glorified survival. Find a mate, father children, have a job, settle down. He couldn't stand it, and every attempt at anything more was quickly shuttered by the leaders of the clan.

So he abandoned them. Packed it in. Gave up. And he didn't even have the decency to feel any shred of guilt.

Libeccio huffed and lowered his head to the ground when, suddenly, he picked up a wolf scent on the breeze. His ears popped up to attention and his molten copper eyes flashed as they raked across the grass, but he remained motionless otherwise. He wasn't entirely sure how close the nearest pack was, and he wasn't at liberty to go skulking around their lands without permission. Something moved off in the distance, briefly illuminated by the scattered light of the cloud-covered sun, and he tracked it with his eyes until it vanished into the verdant green sea again.

A bolt of electricity shot down his spine and he took off in pursuit. He wasn't fond of ignorance, or the unknown, so he trotted at a brisk clip until he reached the place he last saw the figure. Again, he caught sight of it, and this time he was much closer. It was a wolf! Libeccio narrowed his eyes and lashed his tail, not liking the proximity of the other, but unwilling to let them wander out of sight again. He rumbled a note of discontent and called out, "Who's out there?"