Fox's Glade Failure has been all to familiar

thats fine

Shadowheart continued trotting through the forest, muttering under his breath. His eyes were constantly scanning the area, looking for any potential prey. But his mind was farther away, worrying about purpose, and his ability to handle the world. For a time, it had seemed like the dark male could maintain a strong front against the events the world threw at him; that he would be able to survive in spite of adversity. But that wolf had been replaced as of late. His abilities had been compromised, and his will had been dealt a heavy blow.

As he walked along with a head full of heavy thoughts, Shadowheart heard rustling up ahead. He paused, hoping for another shot at prey. But the possibility of a respite to his hunger was quickly dashed as he made out the shape of another wolf. His curiosity was instantly piqued, as this was the first wolf he had come across since entering the wilds. Perhaps he  could gain some information on exactly were he was, and what other wolves might be in the surrounding area.

Shadowheart took a few paces forward, before chuffing a friendly "hello," to the other wolf.