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Looking out upon the ashen landscape, it did not surprise him when his grey eyes landed on a wolf. Was it a spirit, or living? He carefully observed the being out of the corner of his eye as his face remained facing back towards Sabertooth lands. If it were a spirit, it’d likely think nothing of him, right? Surely not many wolves could see ghosts, so it would surprise him if it actively was searching for him. He didn’t recognize the wolf, spirit, whatever it may be, so there would be no reason for it to find him? He sighed quietly to himself, his mind still running rampant with worries about spirits and all. That sight of Lazarus was weird to say the least. Surely this one would not approach him. Surely.

”Hello?” Aeolus jumped at the sudden words, giving out a short scream as his body oriented towards the voice. His steely eyes flecked with navy blue wide as looked over to the femme, his tail semi-tucked between his legs. Aeolus’s eyes scanned her – she was…beautiful. But…was she real? His eyes noted her red firefly wings, to which Aeolus’s gaze followed the light that reflected along her own red body but also the terrain as the lass stepped closer. ”My name is Nyx, are you alright?” The lass was real, and a beauty at that. He exhaled a nervous laugh, appearing to be looking to his dark chocolate paws, but rather, his gaze was more focused on the only-visible-to-him soulmate tie extending from his chest. Derevko did not seem interested, he could not blame her, especially after he first, tried to eat her, and second, caused her to leave with his prodding into her life. ”My ‘eart may ‘ave stopped for a second there, but not only cause of the good scare tch’ya gave me.” This was when the lad pulled his white speckled, leather and red hued face up to meet the lass’s, his lips traced into a semi-flirty smile. ”It’s nice to meet tch’ya, Nyx. I’m Aeolus. I’m from Sabertooth just over yonder.” He directed his head towards his home.

”Cooped up there a lot of the time. Just needed to get out, explore, tch’ya know?” That was a very, very bare bones truth. Aeolus did not want to admit he was a prince there, although if Nyx knew anything about even any of the packs, she could likely connect the dots if she knew of his father’s reign and appearance. Hell, even his accent, which he had picked up a bit. But the winged male hoped she didn’t know or was affiliated with any pack. He needed to be responsible unlike Hermes, who had dismissed Aurora’s soulmate tie entirely. Sure, he had his own, but Derevko did not seem interested. He hesitated on breaking his own tie, however, as Sabertooth did not need fights within, especially ones caused by a prince. That would sure as hell bring disrespect to the royal family, as if enough had not been brought in already. Another sigh left Aeolus’s maw, as he started to speak once again, this time, inquiring about her. ”What about tch’ya? Why are tch’ya out ‘ere?” He attempted to have his steel gray and navy gaze meet her eyes, his ears pointed and attentive to listen to her.

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