Wheeling Gull Isle good morning america!

Aiolos did not come with food, not today. An unsuccessful morning left him to his disposal and he found himself restless now more then ever. You would think he would not be, with a new son and yet he had often been out and about scouting, visiting other packs, exploring the coast...

Now he played the role of butler, unsure how to react or what to do for Ruo and the crying pup. Alas at a time when the child was settled, Aiolos dipped his head quietly into the opening of the den. Need to stretch your legs? An offering would be made to the little sand and storm colored mother as his attention befell their son then.