His eyes gazed around the swampy fen that he had reluctantly stumbled across in his search for his brother. Perhaps someone else around these parts, if there was a wolf, knew of his location. Aeolus had been so hung up on the thoughts of finding his brother, he had neglected to notice that there was the strong pack scent that marked the borders to the territory. The curious man backed up from the borders he had almost stepped on and he realized he could use this to his advantage. Perhaps he could use this pack as a place to station his base... If he were to join this pack, and he found his brother had a lack of reason for leaving, he could rise through the ranks of the pack... maybe even become leader someday. Then his brother could hold nothing over his head.
He knew winter would be fast approaching, and certainly did not intend on being a lone wolf come the first winds of winter. He saw a harsher life ahead of him if he were to do that. He raised his muzzle to the sky and let out a call for one of the alphas. He did not know of the pack life or if they were going through challenges, all he knew was that he was fit to be a Guardian, or maybe even an adviser depending on what these wolves were looking for. He knew he would start at the bottom, but he didn't intend on staying there for long. When he cut off his howl, he made sure that his coat looked fine and everything of the sort. His fiery orange eyes gazed around the surroundings. He wondered, how could anyone live in such a swampy place? He wondered if the pack was new enough to not have children, or if they were old enough to have grown pups already. He would find out. There's nothing better than revenge.