~Is There Life Out There?~

Aeolus had been starting to get used to the cold temperatures. He could hear only the sound of the wind whistling in his lobes, and the constant ringing that surrounded his lobes as well. Snow continued to trickle down and land upon his small form, his ebony coat shaking the cold from his pelt. He had been in the northern lands for a couple days, and he was thinking about moving to some place warmer, and maybe even find a pack or someone who would accept him as his own.

His entire pack that was wiped out by the epidemic that Alacritia had to go through a little while after his family did. It had been a week or so since he had come here, and he had not seen many other wolves who would even think about accepting him or being kind to him.

The wind continued to mock him as he shook from the cold. He was not used to the frigid temperatures yet. Luckily, there was a den close by. He walked inside and lied down, placing his head down upon his paws and listening to the sounds of the wind whistling across his ear.