Duskfire Glacier one minute of everything at once

this is so late i had too much coffee

The scent of a forming border stop him in his tracks. Garland almost hates the reminder that other wolves exist; it doesn't seem fair that he's so lonely when there are so many others around. They all have each other, and what does he have?
Nothing. As always.
The golden wolfdog lingers near the marked places, a comfortable distance off but unable to tear himself away from the scene. Eventually he notices the wolf in the distance — a big dude, all dark-furred and scarred and probably the type who could kick Garland's ass. He isn't fond of those types, so his first instinct is to avoid. But something keeps him from walking away — so he just stands there awkwardly, staring like a deer in the headlights.