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OOC:
The day was young and Revan hadn't been walking far, but his mind was a long ways away from here, off in space as his father used to say. As he walked along the road, looking back to see his paw prints, he couldn't help but feeling a deep sadness as he remembered that day he had seen his lone footprints in the snow. Those lone paw prints, etched in the snow until another blanket would be laid down, forever erasing any evidence that he was here away to prevent anyone noticing. That's what he felt like in this pack. He was those paw prints, but the blankets of snow were constantly erasing his presence here, making him feel alone and unwelcome in this land of coyotes and jackals.
The cold was a perfect metaphor as well, the same feeling taking place within his heart and chest. He even shivered from the intensity of it. Even when he was curled into a ball in the car and very warm, the cold still radiated through him, leaving him feeling as empty inside as the car he had come to call his home. Unlike the car however, he was able to leave the place where he was basically forced to stay by his own will, able to change the way he felt and escape the cold that seemed to take over his life. All he needed to do was find a way.
His thoughts were interrupted suddenly as he heard a slightly far off "hey!", his head snapped to face forward. It wasn't hard to see the figure in the distance against the long road stretching to beyond the horizon, but he just couldn't believe that it wasn't just a figment of his imagination, brought on by his terrible loneliness. Just in case it wasn't however, he howled back, sitting down on the cold road and waiting for the figure to catch up to him and disappear in a puff of smoke or something like that. "Hello to you!" He called to the coyote that was supposedly only in his mind.