Wheeling Gull Isle good morning america!

The child lifted from nursing, sniffing, searching, struggling to hold his own head up. Aiolos couldnt help the smile, finding it hard to remember a time when he was so young. He couldnt. Any fond memories like this at his mother's side, a single pup just like Huojin, were washed away by memories of torment and bullying once he was old enough to leave the den. 

Aiolos, after finding a silent approval  from Ruo, would slip into the confines of the den. He had not fully been within since their time together which ended up in the creation of this pup. He settled down close, hoping the child would take in his scent, feel his warmth... soon enough he would hear his voice, see his face. But for now he only hoped the pup would get used to him being here from the start.

Aiolos never thought it would be a father, not like this. Maybe on the sidelines, watching from afar as his daughters grew up knowing their father as 'donor' only. Becoming sirens in their own right. But being a father? Having a son? Maybe he was just as overwhelmed as Ruo had been...