Broken Angel

Aeolus shook his head. He wanted to be kind to her, especially since he had treated her like crap when they first met. He wanted to be a generous wolf like his parents were, and even though he was alone he could always try again. "Go ahead and eat, I can always hunt again." He retorted with a small smile on his face, but his eyes were not meeting her own. All he wanted was a friend, someone he could hang out with or something because he never really had one. His dual colored eyes watched the remaining crows fly away, and he gave a small sigh, "My name is Aeolus by the way."