Wheeling Gull Isle they are one person

She knew it was him. It was a face she hadn't seen before, and there were so few wolves to come upon the island as of late that any newcomer would be novel to her. Furthermore, it was a dark male, just as Aiolos had described, and he, too, traveled the edges of the territory.

Maegi squared her shoulders, putting on a brave smile despite feeling as though her limbs would disintegrate at any second.

Hello, she greeted, tail wagging gently behind her. You must be Phox. Aiolos told me you were new to the place. 

She wanted to laugh at the casualness of her tone, her demeanor. Should the Redhawks know that Mou and Maegi had effectively taken their children, there would be hell to pay. It was the worst possible convergence of events, and yet here she was, acting as if they were on a summer's day stroll together.

The woman nodded at the bird in his mouth. Glad you're settling in, Maegi said. How are you doing?