The Bracken Woods when the earth was split in fives

The Bracken Woods had not called to him in some time; that had changed the night before. It was daylight now, and Alarian was still wandering through the forest in a prickling, sleepless fog. He couldn't quite recall what he had spent his night doing. Honestly, he assumed it had something to do with herbs. The sweet scent of many plants was clinging even more thickly to him than usual— distantly he hoped he hadn't made a mess of anything.
But he was too bored to focus on that— no, not bored. He was restless; agitated, even. Enough that he almost didn't notice Ulf, almost passed him by entirely. But he didn't. Instead the scent registered at the last possible moment, and he paused for a beat before whipping around. Ah!— too fast, too fast. Another pause as he fought off the wave of dizziness, and then—
Ulf! A tired but eager smile lit his features, tail swishing. He may have been brain-numbed by sleep deprivation and malnutrition, but even now he couldn't forget what had transpired last time they saw one another; something deep inside of him recoiled from this encounter. He shoved it down. More than anything, Alarian didn't think he could stand to be alone right now.