Wheeling Gull Isle what could go wrong?

The winter solstice. 

It was the longest night of the year and to many, a mark of winter to come and with it, cold and snow that crippled their elders, depleted their food and herb supply and darkened their world. However for Aiolos, the day in itself was a cause for celebration. Though Mei, their mystic, had long since moved on in her journey, the Greek himself was still a man of worship. He prayed seldom for it was not for a man to rightfully do so where he had grown. Yet, he loved and respected the Sea and Moon Goddess all the same. 

This crisp morning would be a celebration for the night to come and for the moon to show off her light within the darkness. Aiolos was not near Hua to see her directly, having already begun to work at the feast to come. However he would stop to lift his muzzle to sing out to his members to further bring life into the pack howl.