Aelius bears the title "Nomadum Solis" in latin, which roughly translates to "The Sun's Nomad.". This title was given to him by The Council

Electi

To be Chosen.

Filled with difficult emotions Aelius let his heavy body plomp down on the cold stone floor of the den. Was this right? Was he *meant* to be chosen by the Council? Not something he expected at least. He had always stuck out within the pack thanks to his bright coloring. He thought of it as a curse, being an Albino. He laid there, letting out a long huff as he rested his head on his front paws, eyes wandering around as he had nothing to do for the day.

His hearing remained sharp, sensing your arrival. You, a little wisp of light, "Y/N, You've come to visit like you promised!" His voice filled with excitement, a gratitude sparkling in his eyes to know that you've indeed kept your promise to show up sometime today. You ask about his duties with the council, and his facial expression shifts. "I haven't had a sign from them since yesterday morning, I am still waiting for a task to be assigned so I can take it out."

Understanding his concern, you reassure him, "The Council won't just leave the pack in despair, they're always here Aelius.". Your words bring a slight smile to the sire's lips as his tail begins the wag, "You're right, maybe I should talk to Nox about it. Thank you, Y/N". The sire gets up to his feet before padding his way out of the den, disappearing from your sigh. You now take your leave to see another wolf.