Wheeling Gull Isle saying she is lost, and choking on hello

Last one for me I think.

His little Leadess spoke her fears, her worries. How the Redhawks could not be trusted and Mou before this day had similar views, that they were warmongers. Aiolos thoughts lingered to The Saints and the type of wolves that chose to walk with them. He wondered if the two groups were made up of the same stuff.

Another nod, Aiolos eyes met the keen attention of her own. Then we wait. He confirms aloud. Time will tell... But how much time the little group had, Aiolos did not know nor did he yet know if adding Phox to the mix would help or hinder their ranks.

Now that the manner was settled, Aiolos looks past Maegi and towards the opening of the whelping den. Moving forward to it slowly, he lowers his head, tail sweeping back and forth quickly now. Might as well take some time playing with the pups while he was here!