~Is There Life Out There?~

Aeolus would smell the scent of another wolf close by. He didn't have a family, and it would seem that the wolf that was approaching was alone just like how he was. His topaz and emerald optics would shift slightly as he turned his head to see the russet man. It was getting close to night when the brute said good evening. The brute seemed to be kind, and again was older than he was. He was asked if he was alright, and he nodded his head in reply.

"I'm fine," his tone was gentle, shy, and somewhat alone. He placed his cranium upon his forepaws and listened to the wind once more. There was finally life that he could see when the male wolf hand entered the den. He shook slightly from the cold, but, after falling into a lake a couple days back, he was starting to get used to the frigid temperature and climate.