Wheeling Gull Isle he hapalua ia o ka honua,

Nothing. Aiolos didnt get any kind of recognition from the man which stood on shaken limbs before him. So, just to get the possibilities out of the way, Aiolos would say "hello" to the stranger in both Greek and Mandarin. It was all he had left to try. If the man spoke a different language other then this, likely his tongue would release such. Nothing still.

Alright. He decided, knowing that trying to communicate in that manner was of no use now. Perhaps someone more trained could confirm the red leader's suspicions that he could only not understand his words but could not hear them, either.

So instead Aiolos would throw his upper half down to the ground as the other wolf did. Both front paws stomped the sands and he stands once more suddenly erect, ears and tail high as he quick steps unto the other male's direction, both dominant and playful. He would let the man know certain he was leader here but he was also a friendly and understanding wolf.