Cerulean Cape Every line and every abrasion.

Three weeks had passed since his encounter with Donovan, along with Aphrodite and her friend. He had not seen the two Whitebark wolves since. Not since watching them tuck tail and leave, allowing himself to take the blunt of the damage to follow. Though he had been quite badly torn and bruised along his neckline, wounds took time and would heal and the itchy scabs long since fallen. A stiffness in the neck remained and the hairs all along under and on the sides of his neck still having not yet grown back. These were the reminders which still remained. 

Aiolos was content to put it behind him, uncertain of what would have become of him had his packmates not come to his aid, had @Moorhen not backed him up. The blood soaked sands had long since been washed clean by rain and turning tides. Aiolos silently grumbles to himself as he makes his way back from the sands and tall grasses of the moors and towards the coastline and back home. 

Out on the open flats of beach it is not hard to spot the two fellows settled on the shore, looking out into the direction of his island home. That island belongs to Yuelong. He calls out as gingered limbs keep forward at a lazy pace towards them. Have you come seeking them? He wonders, pausing in his placement to hear out if he was needed here.