Aeolus has been part of Pitch Pine Trail for a little over a week and a half, and despite seeing wolves in the pack den, he had no interactions with those who he was to call family. His paws took him along the borders that he knew very well already and he occasionally marking the trees that surrounded the territory. He had grown use to the wet ground that was the marsh he lived in and he always seemed to be serious, holding a sombersided expression or doing something that could benefit the pack in some way shape or form. It had to be done by someone, and with him trying to gain the trust of Sir Ace and Lady Anastasia, he needed to stay completely focused.
There are more important things.... friendship and bravery. His mind started to trail off into his own thoughts, and his ears were perked up so if he heard someone approach he could make sure he was focused when they got there. Or if there was a howl that involved anything having to do with him, he could answer and run to the location, for now, there was nothing to do other than patrol, he literally did rounds and rounds of patrols all day, taking small breaks when he came across a trail of a hare or something that could be used in the cache. He turned in at about Midnight and woke up around first sun and did the same thing. He seemed fine with it, and he felt like if he wasn't working, he was being counter productive. He had no need to socialize with his packmates, he had himself and his mind.