Wheeling Gull Isle tidal, tired, trying

It would have been quite the opposite display if Oleander had been female, to which Aiolos would curl and bow before her. Instead, he regarded the small male curiously as he kept to his full, leggy height.

'Yeah' the other wolf huffed as he tried to keep himself balanced amongst the rocks. Not a blood burned water wolf, it seemed. Well, I wouldnt be much of the Pack's leading Scout if I couldnt, now would I? A smirk toyed at the corner of his creamy mug as he took a few long-legged strides towards the newcomer. I'm Aiolos. He introduced and then, Promise I wont be in your fur too long. Just looking for a quick snack before heading out again.