Shortly after Sabertooth’s meeting, Aeolus took a trip towards Nightingale to gather some wolves to help with the war. Not the combat side of it, but just for extra help for Cosette and Aurora. As much as Aurora and her children was the reason the war was called for, Aeolus needed to coordinate what was in the best interest to keep Sabertooth’s members protected. He was able to recruit a few extra wolves to help, so some pride was instilled in him as he landed back in Sabertooth. The prince needed to address the next task though – Lazarus. The lad purposefully landed by the graves. He swore he had seen her several times in the corner of his eye, sensed her presence. Even though he was a child when she had passed, she still had a unique aura about her. So, it did not surprise him when he finally heard her. "Aeolus," a voice spoke out. "Aeolus, can you see me?" His head whipped around, eyes darting looking for the all too familiar apparition. The African Wild Dogs form appeared, hauntingly translucent in the light of Sabertooth. A small laugh came from her lips, to which Aeolus let a soft smile cross his own. "Yeah, I'm sure you can." She spoke, to which Aeolus responded. ”Always in the corner of my eye, Lazarus. Nice to finally speak with you.”. She spoke again. "I know you all want the man dead who did this to me. His name is Ares, I've been watching him closely. He's a Vampiric Felis, smaller than Tarbens Dires. His pelt is tan and spotted, so he'll be set apart from the others. His eyes are the color of wood." She spoke, her violet and blue eyes watching him as Aeolus made a mental note of the change in his appearance and the notable size difference. "Good luck on the field, stay safe my friend." She said softly with a smile, before disappearing into the light. Aeolus’s own smile faded as she vanished into the light, his vocal parting quiet. ”Goodbye.”

The prince’s gaze broke from where Lazarus’s spirit once stood when the ghastly call echoed from Proving Grounds much sooner than expected. Aeolus quickly gathered himself by his father’s side, who was not too far, grateful that the timing with Lazarus was almost perfect. What was even better was the arrival of Kiera, who had stated others from Nightingale were also on their way. He nodded, giving her a more relaxed thank you, compared to his father, who seemed quite stoic in his thanks. That was understandable, given the situation they were about to march straight into – facing the most feared pack of Starfall. But Aeolus could tell that Achilles would snap any moment. Nonetheless, Aeolus marched not far behind his parents and alongside his brother who ultimately caused this all. A quick glance over to his skyborne brother every once and a while revealed a bit more and more of fear in his posture, his face, his stride. Aeolus could not blame his brother, albeit he was reckless, he had done the wrong thing for the right reason. Aurora needed to leave Tarben. No female should ever be subjected to such objectification and submission.

The next moments flashed by, and the troops were now in the proving grounds, with Beartooth, intimidating only because of his size and reputation, taunting the alpha and alphess of Sabertooth. Aeolus had not been listening much, rather, watching his father react, and finally break. The spirit seeing avian boy had never seen his father fueled with such rage and was even more surprised when his father became engulfed in flame that appeared to not affect him. His father had become a fire elemental. That was quite the way to change. As much as Aeolus wanted to watch, he had his own goal – Ares. Where was that murderer? His steely eyes flecked with navy scanned the field for a wolf with the felis bloodline from Tarben’s side as the Sabertooth prince slowly stalked closer, keeping his senses heightened for others approaching. Aeolus had decided early on he’d only use his wings to flee from an attack, because of the ice advantage of Tarben. There. His eyes landed on the brute Lazarus described – tan fur with brown spots, wood colored eyes, smaller in size than everyone else. ”Ares!” Aeolus called out, hoping to snag the male’s attention and gaze before he’d dart forward, lunging at the male. The first attempt would likely miss, but that was fine. Just enough to redirect attention. ”My name is Aeolus, to-be alpha of Sabertooth. You killed our theta. Prepare to die.” Aeolus taunted as he stalked closer, backing Ares into a protruding rock. If the brute somehow tried to run, Aeolus could easily disable him with a bite to the back leg once Ares turned his back, but the prince really hoped he could just pin the senseless murderer to the rock and rip out his jugular.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."