The Bracken Woods seeing him hiding in plain sight

Sleep has become a more constant companion than any he's ever had. There's a heaviness over him, suffocating and all-consuming in a way he recognizes, but he's no less helpless now than he'd been all the times before. He's just too tired to deal with it. In a way, it's the suddenness that hurts the most, the lack of explanation. It's just another reminder that he'll never be anything but a failure.
He hates himself a little more than usual today. When night comes, he finds himself restless, and at some point gently detaches himself from Delight. He drags himself from his den, bleary-eyed and shivering and suddenly wanting nothing more than to go back and curl up with his partner. But he shouldn't. So he wanders towards the Bracken Woods and he thinks maybe I'll... plants. Don't be useless, Alarian.
He scents the stranger and follows the trail on impulse. It takes him farther than he might normally go, and he considers turning back just before he catches sight of the other wolf. It's too dark to make out much. He's starting to have second thoughts; actually, maybe he's too tired for strangers right now. But he's here, so he draws a little closer and chuffs, thinking he's probably an idiot for half-hoping the other will ignore him.