Wheeling Gull Isle the curse

He was content to settle here on the beach with his pup, the pair overlooking the waters as the sun fell down from the sky only for the Moon herself to dominant the world from above. There was an interruption, but not an unpleasant one. Though his son shuttered, Aiolos tail beat the sands happily. As she came to settle at his side, Aiolos would lower his muzzle to nudge around his son's head and ear, stealing a reassuring lick before answering his Empress.

He is getting there. He spoke little, like his mother yet when he did it was a jumble of mixed tongues. I am trying to learn your language with him. It is quite difficult, however. What is it called? 

That other language, it is Greek. There was not much a need to the language, really though Aiolos had a means of teaching the youth enough to get by if the opportunity ever allowed. It was far more important, Aiolos felt, for the both of them to learn the language of his actually known family side.