Wheeling Gull Isle here we go.

The Sirens, they believe the males as the lesser sex. They hold no power, no rank within the pack amongst the woman. Are not seen as equal in any means, not taken as mates, and are as guardians, servants and donors to their litters when chosen. 

He pauses, looking over to his son who was happy to be settled between his mother's forelegs, asleep, maybe, if not dozing off. Aiolos was happy for it that he was unable to really understand what he was saying now. 

Though of course, no one wants to be seen as a lesser thing, after the way I had been treated in my birth pack, what I had witnessed...I couldnt help but feel as though they had it right, in some ways. But there was also ways that i could not accept. Things I knew in my gut were not right. 

I had come here to these Wilds on a mission for them, actually. Our group was in search for a lost noble. We all lost one another when the earthquakes happen. And from there, welp, it all led up to this now.