Wheeling Gull Isle my husband is at war,

He breaths out a deep breath, the salty air thick, the smell of coming rain signaling a storm to come. The sky was darkened, too, though it was just late in the afternoon. His day had already been one plentiful, with scouting out its borders, moving inland to search for potential treats and then back home again.  

Much change for the wolf had happened over the last week, though without formalily announcing it himself, without flaunting his placement, for Aiolos life was just as it had been. 

He strode towards Ruo's rock in a quick lope, barking out a greeting to Ruo whom he saw near.