Wheeling Gull Isle and all around, reminders of you are everywhere i go

Winter had come for the lands of Teekon much as one might have expected. The world they knew growing far colder and the herds (not that the island had any) having faded, with the rodents scurrying to their burrows and being out and about far less so then prior. The islanders were lucky to still be able to rely on the sea around them for survival. The coast was not kind when it was winter, however and those who tread the beach would be met with a horrid chill. The beach-side always had a breeze, always far more exposed to the elements then the cover of forest and break of winds from rocky terrain for those who lived in the foothills.

Yuelong's luxury was only found in the heart of the lands, at its hill and so this is where the Greek man ventured. After a stroll along the beach to the land-bar for any visitors (or intruders) Aiolos came here to take a break from the freezing damp and salty winds. Into the cavern he came, what little light there were bouncing off the walls, glowing. He spotted Maegi there, curled up into herself for the warmth of her snout and face. His ears turn back, imaging her face (her lip and teeth) likely pained by the weather being exposed as they were to one side.

It is sure colder then the last winter... He murmured, a little comment to allow the woman to know she was not alone now. Likely so, she would have heard the click of his nails on the rock had she not been deeply slumbered. Still, he had no means to startle her with his presence.