Cerulean Cape Every line and every abrasion.

The rolling of the waves and the thick scent of the sea did well to hid his approach only when not directly looked towards. Though the moment the golden blonde wolf whipping around at the sound of Aiolos' voice, the red wolf was easily stared down upon by both he and his dark counterpart. 

A curt downward pull of muzzle was offered by the quiet centennial, a role Aiolos himself often played and so he did the same in turn. Then eyes met with the golden fellow, Artyom, who introduced himself and his partner, explaining they were not looking for the pack of Yuelong in particular, but a wolf who happened to live amongst them - himself. 

That would be me. He spoke and wwithout hesitation. For all he knew, these two men could be looking for him with ill will. However, Aiolos didnt harbor many enemies, savor but perhaps the one recently. Still, he kept his watchful gaze on them for any sign of agression. Maybe they had word about Ying's whereabouts? But no, they didnt smell like the mountain Spear wolves. In fact, they smelt like...*sniff sniff*...Aphrodite.