Wheeling Gull Isle they are one person

As instructed, Phox had remained on the outskirts of the island. He hunted what he could find, although it was different than what he was used to. Mostly injured gulls who couldn't fly away from him. He moved inland only to bury his findings in the cache, then quickly resumed his life on the sandy shores. It was a routine that kept him occupied, but physically and mentally, much of his days. Phox kept to himself, checking the coast closest to the mainland often, searching for any signs of Niamh and their children.

Somebody approached, and Phox stopped in his tracks, a sad-looking bird in his jaws, watching. It was not Aiolos or the other one, whose name he had not caught during their brief meeting. Or he had simply forgotten it, distracted by his never-ending quest to find his mate and children.