Wheeling Gull Isle tidal, tired, trying

And here Aiolos was navigating, though he was definitely wolf. After his venture empty-pawed at the plateau he had rounded back home to arrive this morning. His travel led him hungry and he made way to the tide pools where he hoped to find something to eat. Something which had been trapped when the tide went out. 

He made way carefully, the jagged and mossy rocks easy to slip on and twist or slice an ankle. When he took note of the other wolf, he lifts his head curiously, ginger ears perking. A high skull, his tail lifted so too, a sign of dominance given within the ranks. Another new face, I see. It could even be assumed by those who had joined weeks ago that even Aiolos himself was the newcomer. No, with having been gone off training another pack and now in and out trying to hunt down Ying, it seemed he was more inland than home.