Fallen Memoir.

A beaten down white rogue male, left his pack, left his brother, lost his friends. Now left to seek upon a journey all alone. Returning home only to find blood spill along with the stanching smell of death. Aeolus left the war to escape from the havoc between his family and the Roussos. He is too defend for himself, befriends a rugged female in unknown pack territory, and makes unlikely friendships. Destined, and traveling together, he comes across a forest full of silence. Still. Silence. Vultures outlooked overhead cawing out of the fogged sky. A memory..., a memory that would repeat itself yet again.