Wheeling Gull Isle my husband is at war,

And just as good as he felt in one moment, then horrible the next, he couldnt help the chuckle which came from his parted jaws as she told him he deserved it and to 'roll with it'. Of course, had he have been with the Nereides, any man holding any position and even considering himself equal to a woman was a laughing stock. In his birth pack, he imagined he wouldnt have lived long enough to be a yearling. No matter how his life had been before, it didnt mean jack in Yuelong. 

It was its own pack, in a place far from the Kea Island or the Black Bayou. Who he had been born to, what gender he was, what God looked in favor to him or not, it meant nothing here. It was what he had done for the pack and its members here which mattered now, and he was good for it. 

Having been reminded of this, he puts on a small smile, tail waving back and forth over the hard rock as he nodded quietly with agreement.