Heron Lake Plateau nervous messed up marionette floating 'round on a prison ship

when was the last time boone had seen another wolf?
the man was a bit older, wrought with scarring much in the same way he himself was. and then a woman, one he hadn't noticed before, peeling out of the water to join him. he tries his best not to stare. he's suddenly aware of how insane he must look right now.
in response to their lingering presence, boone pushes a reserved smile to his face, tail held low against his heels. this yer land? i don't mean no trouble, he tries to call out, but his voice audibly cracks from lack of use and fizzles down to a normal volume. was just checkin' out the fish.
you used to be a leader, the memories whisper to him; you used to have your own land. but where was it? where was his wife? his head throbs and he tries to hide it by pretending the sun is merely too bright.
a pang of recognition jolts through his chest as he realizes just how alone he is.