All by myself

The man was tired of it all, not just what went on around him but the process of going through it. For the past moon or so all he had been doing was existing he hadn’t done anything of notable interest to him or anyone else. He had been doing what he had to in order to survive wandering around only smelling the scents of other wolves but never seeing them. Upon some self reflection he found that he actually liked the presence of other wolves annoying they may be he found it strangely quiet when he was alone for this long. He might actually appreciate what those other wolves he had been around called mates. Somebody to stay with him so he wouldn’t be lonely, he would like that long as they weren’t as annoying as some wolves he had met had been. Although would anybody really like to spend a lifetime with him, he wasn’t all that interesting and he seemed to drive others away even by accident sometimes. So no nobody would ever want to be with a wolf such as himself, why would they? The man laid down by the edge of the strip of land he was on, for once his feelings showing through his face. He was lonely and he knew it.