Deepwood Weald Into a land of enchantment

After a particularly long night with @Midar, Alarian finds himself in need of space; he's certainly not dissatisfied, but maybe he feels... a little suffocated. While he's finding himself increasingly content with the idea of living among his lover's family, he's having trouble adjusting to his constant presence. And all the sex. He may still be far from old, but he's little and broken and not quite as young as he used to be and —
Well, as much as he hates to admit it, he needs a break sometimes. So he decides to take a walk when he wakes up, maybe reinforce the borders. He'd already tried sightseeing yesterday; between the blanket of mist over the forest and the near-identical trees, there isn't much very interesting about this forest. At least, nothing he's discovered yet. He shivers a little as he trails through the snow, picking up the scent of a packmate after a time and following it idly. He chuffs as the scent grows stronger, gaze searching the mist; it's a familiar scent, but he knows he won't be able to place it until he sees the wolf.