Broken Angel

Aeolus would hear her speak, tears beginning to drip to the snow. He just missed his family and just wished for someone to be with him, to help teach him. He hung her head and whimpered slightly in a sad and depressed state. He was happy for her to tell the truth to him because he did agree with what she did say, but he only wished he had someone to be with him whenever he felt like crap again. The sound of crows caused him to snap out of his head and he looked upward, giving a small growl as some landed in front of him. He went into a stalking stance and crouched low, hackles raised, and eyes focused on his target. Some of the crows were too busy cleaning their feathers to notice Aeolus, for when he was close enough, he leapt on top of one of the crows, shaking the life out of one of the birds and he walked over to Bera. He looked to the crow, then to her, soon dropping it to the ground and pushed the bird over with his snout.

"Here, I could tell you were tired, so I thought you might want it," he said, shifting his eyes away from meeting her own again. He had never had someone who told the truth the way she did, and he could feel his heart race when he looked at her, but he hoped she did not notice.