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Aeolus had ventured north from the dark, and also rather creepy forest. As he had gone along, he had started to notice the forest was lightening up, and was almost turning a red color. He thought it to be simply the change to fall, but he was unsure. His eyes were calm, and his feet just carried him across the ground. The sun was beating down on his darker pelt. His orange eyes gazing around his surroundings as he debated whether or not to go back the way he had come from, or if he should press on. His mind was practically torn in two as he thought about it, and he decided to move towards the west. The weather was slowly changing over to fall, he could see the leaves starting to change into yellows, oranges and reds.
It made him think of his brothers, all of whom were looking to reunite with each other. He had different goals in mind. He wanted to find Phineas, and get answers for as to why Asphodel Meadows was no more. He loved his birth pack, and he wanted nothing else than to get revenge for his brother's crimes. He wanted his brother to stand for what was right instead of running. That was obviously what had not happened. He had a worried glance to him. With winter approaching, he wanted to find a pack, a pack that perhaps he could have as his own, or maybe just a winter home before he continued to look for his brother. His brother would be quite unlucky if he ran into an angry Aeolus, whom had little care for rules, and punished for more of what he saw was right and wrong. But surely it wouldn't come to that? Surely there had to be a good reason for Phineas' leave.