Wheeling Gull Isle he worries: did he hear a goodbye? or even a hello?

Aiolos came, and brought with him food, which brought a smile to her face to see. She nodded, beckoning him forward, waiting for him to place the salmon upon the earth before tearing into it. You'll excuse me, her eyes flashed briefly upwards; she was ravenous, or, rather, the babes within her were ravenous, as were those at her breast.

Aren't they beautiful? she asked him between bites, gesturing toward the trio. They're growing well; I was worried that they would be too small to survive, but here they are, still. 

She wondered if he would have children this season, too. Hua had been all but disappeared, lately, with Aiolos taking the de facto helm of the pack. But he did not seem to have a mate, and she didn't know any of the newcomers well enough to pair them with the man.

Jakoul? Maegi thought briefly, then cast the notion aside for now. She would love nothing more than to raise her children alongside her old co-leader. . .but dwelling on fanciful notions was silly. Jakoul would choose a man or woman for herself, or not at all. As would Aiolos, she supposed.

For now, he was the father of Yuelong. How are you? How are things? she asked, tongue swiping away flecks of fish that clung stubbornly to her lips.