King Elk Forest If everything is going well, you've obviously overlooked something

seraph had a plan. okay, it wasn't strictly a plan, per se, but it had the skeletal frameworks of what most would call a plan and so in seraph's mind, that made his few vaguely coherent ideas about where he should go next or indeed, what the hell he should be doing with his life a perfectly coherent and well-structured plan. and obviously, like everything else he created, it was magnificently perfect and if done correctly, everything would go accordingly and he would be exactly where he would want to be in life. except, he wasn't going to follow the plan (because he never does) and it was very likely - though he would not admit this to anyone else - that his plan was a perfect pile of shambles. nevermind. it was not like he needed the plan anyway. 

as he sauntered through the woods, he took a sharp sniff of the air and grunted. these woods were very unfamiliar and yet, strangely enough, felt familiar. seraph knew exactly where these unwanted thoughts were coming from and shook them off with a huff. he might be damned by the pack, and maybe damned by the almighty - although who knew of what the almighty wanted anyway? that was the whole point of the almighty, that absolutely no one knew of anything they were plotting - but he was going to enjoy his life, and he was going to enjoy it more than them, those unholy bastards.

scuffling noises. seraph stopped, pink eyes darting around, and he inhaled softly. food. and then he was off, walking as fast as he possibly could. it did not cross his mind that another wolf could very possibly be eating there as well (for some strange reason), and it definitely did not cross his mind that said wolf would be so...well-fed? was that the politically correct term? oh damn political correctness. he was hungry. he needed the fooood. seraph paused in his steps a respectable distance away from the stranger and their hole and let out a drawling chuff of greeting. "hello there."