Wheeling Gull Isle he has risen

The salmon clutched tight within his jaws, staining the creamy hue of his cheeks and chin in red. He trotted along the seaside of the island which he called home, a home which he had spent much time away from during Ruo's pregnancy. As mentioned, he would gift her when he could and now between relieved of his training duty, having searched for Ying to no avail, Aiolos took time to know his home whilst he held two other scouts under his guard. After all, the newly appointed Lead male was off somewhere, his Empress had four pups and Ruo? 

The scent did not touch his senses, but smacked him so hard in the face that he dropped his catch and rushed quickly to the rock formation Ruo called her own. Along the backside where the entrance lie, Aiolos peers within. Dark and gloomy, he could smell the childbirth, see the outlining of her form, but narrowed his eyes to see what other life lie within more clearly.

Ruo...? He asks, her name left in question. Should he call for a medic? Was she okay? Was the pups okay? A former life told him he didnt belong here. That he wasnt allowed here or to be a part of it. A lump formed in his throat, gingered ears falling back with concern.