Do I Even Want To Be Here?

Enigma had taken himself away from the throng of wolves, weaving around the trees to figure out what to do next. He still wasn't sure what was going on, or where exactly his brother was. Or even where to start, but perhaps he could gather some information. For now, he would simply have to play it by ear...A sneeze would suddenly erupt from him, the leaves underfoot sweeping up in a weakly manner before settling down once again. The male shook his head, irritated and frustrated that for once, he didn't know what to do right now. Stopping moments later, he'd gaze up at a tree that was shedding it's leaves in preparation for winter. He would take this moment to sit down at its base, resting his back against it. He had journeyed far, having come from the northern part of the lands and made his way eastward. He had not come across many others, except for one babe whom he met upon arriving in the lands where he was born. Then a thought struck him...he hadn't visited the place he was truly born. His mother had told him they were originally going to be born on an island, until someone on his fathers side had forced her to return to the lands. He didn't know the whole story, nor even the name of that individual. All he knew was that he wasn't born into a pack, and that was fine by him. He didn't know pack life, the loner life seemed to settle well with him. He wasn't even sure if he'd ever fit into a pack, but surely only time would tell...