Blacktail Deer Plateau drive away as in lonesome south

he's not trespassing but close

pack. he smells pack here. he stops, snorting, and a laugh bubbles out of him. stupid, stupid, just like mother always said. he takes a lurching step backward, laughing harder. maybe his mother was right about him. maybe she was right about everything. the thought is hilarious. after all, he's spent his whole life trying to spite her, to prove her wrong. instead, he ended up a lone junkie, a wretched abandoned thing with so little sense left in him that he'd nearly stumbled giggling to his death. it's all just too funny.