Wheeling Gull Isle the curse

It was true that Aiolos little sun and sand kissed pup did not get out much. The majority of his day he was alone with his mother, whom spoke little and was out majorly at nightfall to see the stars out over the ocean. Often with Aiolos, when he was among Ruo he did not speak up as often himself. Now that Huojin was in their lives, Aiolos had every intention to have his son interact with the other packmates if he so choose and learn words even if he did not often use them. 

It would seem now, though it was mostly a jumbled up babble, he was willing to learn and so tried. He was a smart and quiet boy. 

'Their parent culture'  Aiolos couldnt help the bit of smirk as he looked down to Jin. Aiolos didnt think his family had held much of 'culture' in them though the women which had taken him in there after had plenty to go around. It was an upbringing Aiolos would have never wanted for his son, however. It was one thing to think yourself lesser then women... but his child? He was lesser to no one. Then again, had Ruo bore a son in Nereides territory, he'd be dead. 

My birth pack knew it, though did not often speak it. It was only whispered in secret... He began up. I didnt learn to speak it or understand myself until the Nereides sirens came and claimed me.