Stavanger Bay when I go

They danced and bound around one another. Their tails smacking at one another's sides, licking, sniffing and he would examine to make sure she looked uninjured and healthy still. Like a child he was again before her- as the young two year old burning with fire forced to be smothered by his masters. Aiolos, now doubled that age, still burns with flame but he is smothered not. His head is held higher now, his stance dignified instead of slithering. He had become more of the man Gracious had hoped for him to become some day and new that he could. 

After they calm down, his eyes close to her touch to his cheek, pressing close in embrace. Gracious had always been very kind to him and he viewed her in motherly ways he did not have the chance to have with his birth mother. She had simply not been strong enough a woman to care for him, protect him.

I didn't know if I'd ever see you again. He meets her stormy gaze. After their pack disband, she'd gone further south into Sagtannet and Aiolos far into the opposite direction. What was she even doing out here? I have, in more ways then one. Her smiles to her, sheepishly on his creamy mug. How have you been? What had you coming all this way? She was literally from the opposite end of the map.