Fireweed Rise alone as usual

Loneliness is not necessarily about being alone. Instead, it is the perception of being alone and isolated that matters most. Brisk experiences this and he suffers from this isolated problem. He has a family, but they don't treat him like family. He's the outsider of the pack. Unless he completes his father's task. But, what if Brisk didn't want to be apart of his father's pack? What if he wanted to join someone else's?

Brisk walked through the fluffy snow, not caring to hide his trail. He didn't care if he met another wolf, he actually hoped he would. He hated not having any interaction with someone else. It killed him. He felt like he was going to go insane.

Slowly did Elettra make her way, her approach silent and steady, slow as she merely wondered around the edges of the weeping willow lands in which she had come to enjoy. Along these lands, was a river, facing off a meadow in which prey was often found. Here, she was not far from the lagoon, nor her home in the cedar forest. From afar, she could see the color of the fireweed rise, or would have, had it not been enveloped by the snows of the winter season. She remained loyal and watchful of her pack, though more distant with the arrival of Borden, weary of where he might end up in the pack in the long run and if she would be willing to allow herself to be lead by him once more. Without a man of interest, without followers, she was left with little options and hoped for only Jays better decision.
Now, making way into the fireweed rise, she would spot the lonely man in his travels, younger then her by perhaps a year and painted in a color of reddish browns and gingers, far from her own coloration. She would still make way into the once flowery field, though kept her distance from the stranger even as she watched him wearily through a steely gaze of silver eyes.