Stone Circle I've got a whole lot of problems, just trying to get by

Bonnie is trespassing! Any potential consequences are acknowledged! @Tauris ? :D

So maybe he really had messed up. And maybe nothing was going his way. He figured he'd gone on so long slamming his teeth on deer and racing through valleys that he'd have gotten somewhere by now. That he'd get something of what he wanted. So, he kept going on for days. It made him angrier, the less he had. Like he couldn't quite grab what he was wanting, so he spent days spiraling out of control, slipping through mud, trying to get ahold of a hare to eat, nipping at legs of prey that he could hardly fight alone. 

Why couldn't he do anything?

Why did HE have to deal with being kicked in the face as less? And he found himself failing again, and again, and again, until it was all he was doing. Why did they get everything? He'd lost weight. Lost muscle. He wasn't thriving. He wasn't the father of some family like he wanted. He wasn't the king of some land. He didn't understand why. But that feeling had set in. That feeling that he wasn't getting anywhere, watching every other wolf around him zip by with wolves bigger and stronger than him, doing things he could only dream of doing, and all he got to do was sit back and watch them live. Why wasn't he doing that? A part of him felt empty over it all. All of it. Yet, somewhere within that hatred and bitterness, he felt longing. So, here he was, with swallowed pride and a heart trying to understand how to function.

He'd dragged himself south. He'd stuck his nose close to pack wolves, and turned his back numerous times from interacting or involving. His ears were back, pinned to his scalp with an unsure quirk of his lip at everything that spooked him. His tail kept pushing between his legs. He scowled, and yet at some points he looked up with so much interest. That maybe he'd find others here. He knew he'd crossed a border at some point.