There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.

Aeolus nodded and closed his eyes, thinking about how his life would turn around now and when he became older. Eyes closed as he listened to the sounds of the owls and other animals calling out in the night sky. But, once he had fallen asleep, the same dream he had had for many nights plagued his mind once more, not wishing him to forget about his dreaded past that he had gone through.

He could still hear the sounds of his pack mates dying, the smell of death staying stagnant in the air. The blood opening from wounds that were never there and running from their eyes. Even his own parents laying dead where he stood over them.

Aeolus woke up with a start and looked around, seeing that it was still dark. That nightmare did not help him fall back to sleep once more, eyes soon turning over to his adopted mother, burying his head in her fur, silently crying from the nightmare.