Blast from the past

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It was certainly lonely being on the run. In the year and a half or so since he left his homeland, he was sure that he had spoken with only a handful of wolves. He had almost grown accustomed to the constant silence, even used to spending his days wandering in an aimless search for a new home. Sometimes he wondered if he would even be able to readjust to living around other wolves again if he ever did. Or did he even really want to? In reality he knew that if he ever came across his family members or even any of the Xanilovs again he wouldn't hesitate to join whatever force they were sure to be a part of, but in this moment as he padded through what seemed to be an empty field dotted with large boulders he really could consider spending the rest of his days alone like this. It was simpler. No wolves to defend, no worry of his presence bringing harm to others. He only had to take care of himself and avoid any of the wolves that wished him and his line harm. He did have to remind himself that he was now countless miles from his homeland, but he couldn't seem to shake that irrational fear.

He settled on his haunches in the shade of one of the boulders with a sigh, looking around this new landscape curiously. There were stale, faint scents of wolves that had passed through here before, but no fresh ones that stood out to him. Settling onto his stomach, Nikolai rested his head on his paws and let out a deep breath. His muted gaze peered out across the empty land while he wondered what this new land would have to offer him, or not offer as the case may be.