~Fire and Ice~

Aeolus remembered when he was called his name for the first time. He did like to run, but he had not been in the region to do it. "Yes, I did love to run, but I am not in the region to do it right now." He would open his eyes as life started to come back to him from the heat of the rocks. The smell of the warm sun began to enter his nostrils, and he would feel it begin to warm and dry his body.

She would ask him where his parents were, and sadness came over him. He closed his eyes as his tail wrapped around him. He did not wish to be reminded of his family, not after how they left him in such a horrible way. All he could remember them by was the blood that ran down openings in their pelts, eyes, nose, etc.

"They were killed by an epidemic. My pack was killed too as well as my siblings. I'm the only one left." He would tell her as he curled into a ball and listened to the sounds of animals and birds calling out their own tunes as the sounds echoed throughout his lobes.