He searches for Emily with his ears held stiffly upright. He had missed her so much since they had parted, and he could hardly believe that she was here again. He follows her scent, eventually finding her among the trees-- staring at a bird and fussing angriliy at it. It did not take him by surprise, she had always been somewhat fiesty. 

"Emily," he says quietly, his tail wagging as he greeted the sweet girl. "Please, you must talk to me. I am nothing but delighted to see you again-- by why have you returned? Was Marcus not the man he claimed to be?" He steps towards her, frowning with nothing but concern and care for his pale sister. Aaron never did like to pick around the subject, he dove straight in. You'd get things down quicker. 

"Of course," he dips his head to her with respectful understanding, then moving forward to nudge her cheek softly. "I would never force you to tell me anything you did not want-- but you know how much I worry," he adds, a wry smile coating his mouth. The smile fades, however, as he looks out into the dead forest, his ears flicking. 

"The pack does not feel you are a burden-- you are just as weak as some of us," he tells her, but he worries she's smart enough to see through his white lie. In an effort to combat this, he sighs softly. "Hosannah will come around, I am learning much about her still. It seems she is slow to trust, I'm sure she's had a rough past," he adds.

The man grins, rolling his eyes and letting out a playful growl. "You just can not mind your own-- can you?" he teases, but does not actively avoid the question-- he has no reason to avoid the question. Amara was the woman of his dreams, and he'd fought hard to woo her. He felt he'd earned the right to flaunt his wife with all the glamour in the world-- if only she'd let him be so pompous about her.

"I have settled with my co-alpha, Amara," he tells her with a smile, his tail tapping gently against the ground. "She was the petite copper woman who brought you herbs when you arrived," he adds, hoping to jog her memory.

Aaron growls playfully, his tail thumping against the ground as he shoulder her softly. "I doubt you could find a woman that would be disappointed about being my wife." He looks off into the dying forest for a moment, his tail still waving behind him. "If we are being honest though, she is one of the most gorgeous women I have ever met," he says, grinning devilishly and beaming. "Not the blonde beauty I had always wanted, but more handsome than I had ever dreamed."

Even though Emily was probably right, Aaron had taken a liking to the world handsome long ago. He'd decided it was very gender neutral, and had no problems switching it between a man and a woman. "Emily, you need to be more mordern, women can be just as handsome as men and-- might I add-- I am having no problems with the panty-dropping part of relationships." He grins, his eyebrows wiggling playfully at his sister and his tail thumping in the dust behind him. "I pray-- however-- that you can not vouch for that first hand-- hmm?" he adds, his voice a tad more serious now.

The man raises his eyebrows, his lips turning up in a smile. Of course he believed her tail-- she was after all his sister, and she was as perfect as any woman could get. He did of course notice her tendancy to beg for attention from any male she met, but to him that was how women were supposed to act. After all, women must find the man to take care of them. 

"I couldn't quite answer that," he says, frowning. "Our best male is taken, and our old beta appears to have stumbled across hard times. His wife as dissappeared... I'm not positive he's up for grabs just yet," he tells her. "The pack is pretty bare lately," he adds, looking into the forest. 

"I can only pray," he tells her, and smiles. For the life of him, he cannot remember if Emily had worshipped any Gods. He was always so silent about his own-- he never really pinned it down to a single God. His beliefs pulled from religions that he'd encountered everywhere he travelled, and the only solid belief he held was that Gods ruled in the heavens above, so he prayed to the heavens. He does not ask, instead moves on to the next topic she presents.

His chest puffs gently, and he grins cheekily at her. "King of flowers and foxes, I suppose, but indeed I have," he tells her, his tail thumping softly against the ground. He pauses and studies his sister for a moment. "Emily, you know I know your way of life, but I must ask..." he pauses, picking back up with different words. "As mentioned our Beta has fallen from his rank-- do you care for that rank at all?"

"The prettiest," he quips playfully, his tail wagging behind him. 

He then dips his head to her. "I figured as much-- but it never hurts to ask. And do not peg yourself so low, I would not have asked you had I thought you to be a poor leader," he adds, but does not push the rank onto his sister, he merely reminds her of how highly he thinks of her. He then grins, rolling his eyes. "Work harder than usual? So out of character... But I am not complaing, I am elated to hear that, Emily," he tells her, his tail wagging still.

"Scout? I suppose I should not be surprised considering our journey, but I have wished to take on that trade on a number of occassions... I have just never had the time. You are welcome to pursue that trade, and any other one your heart pines for," he says, rambling slightly. "When you set out, I recommend going west. There is a pack northeast of here that does not like us."

"Hm," Aaron hums gently as he studies his sister before shrugging. "When I first came to the Wilds and began to round up recruits for Rosings, I came across a beautiful wood, filled with trees that were bound to blossom into lovely pinks and reds during the fall. I thought it fit the packs ideals perfectly. I believed it to be far enough from any other packs-- across a river from most-- but a pack from a Maplewood disagreed. Their leaders were Reek and Seana, and they chased us from the territory before we had fully settled," he explains, hoping not to drone on. He found it unfair, considering he was far enough away, but not everyone shared his opinion. "I assume they are still at the Maplewood, but I have not heard or seen them-- I do not venture far to find them."

Aaron listens, studying his sister calmly. He eventually sighs and shrugs, looking away. "If you feel you can change their minds-- I suppose you are right. Whenever you do decide to go, make sure you bring someone with you... I feel it would be much safer," he tells her, glancing back at his sister with a small smile. She'd just arrived and already she was thinking of venturing off. He understood, but was sad all the same. 

"Sleep as long as you need. You are welcome to my den until you find one of your own-- there are plenty of fox dens you can make larger," he tells her, nudging his sister affectionately on the cheek. "Find me if you need anything, sweet Emily," he adds, smiling. The large male turns and heads into the woods, pleased that his sister is once again part of his life.