Emberwood Vilipending Loneliness

Ah, acknowledged Taikon, nodding as if everything now seemed clear as to why the young man had been walking alone at night. The white wolf had expected hunting to have been the answer, but it didn't really matter. He was here now, talking to a stranger.
Taikon had one brother. After what had happened with the Faruka, he did not like to think of or speak of him. Markus had been his only ally in that insanity. Unfortunately, he had also been powerless to do anything about it. There was no going back. Because of his toxic views related to packlife, there was also no real going forward for Taikon.
Thus, when the young wolf asked about a pack, the white male furrowed his brow slightly, looking past the other as though seeing something in the woods beyond. There was nothing. No, I'm not. He blinked slowly. Having dropped the bone he'd been chewing on, the subject stirred a nasty feeling in his gut, and he stood up to begin pacing to burn off the anxiety creeping. He puttered over to a tree and scratched at the ground with a paw, focusing on it as if he had some serious intention with the action.
Packs are just illusions of safety. They're nothing but a collection of fascist regimes and power structures that keep you from being you. It just wasn't for me, that's all, he rambled, saying all of it much quicker than he meant. He felt a heat rising to his chest and his ears. His breathing quickened as he looked at the young wolf, who no doubt had not expected such an overly argumentative answer.