Snowforest Taiga it's hard to miss you when you are always on the tip of my tongue

for @Kigipigak but all welcome!

under the dusky purple sunset, a lone wolf in autumnal shades journeyed through fresh white snow and under barren trees. his head was low when he emerged from the pseudo-cover of leafless trees, sandy hackles mussed and snow-dusted. there were many wolves here — following the herd, no doubt. aniruk intended to avoid both. he would pass through these lands in silence, and leave before his name ever passed the lips of the natives.
nonetheless, the once-warrior felt his pawsteps slow when his gaze caught the blurry silhouettes of caribou in the distance. he lifted his head, dark-tipped ears standing tall as emerald eyes scanned the distance. beyond the herd, he saw wolves. a great sadness swelled in his chest, something like bitter nostalgia. he howled, long and low, calling for nothing and no one; calling simply to be heard.
he turned away, back to a journey with no end.