Wheeling Gull Isle left his mark

Mou's question was lingering, Aiolos letting the silence dramatically linger a moment longer as he sighs, lifting his head higher to look out to the open ocean. Stoic af. We will move on. That much was obvious, despite how much so Aiolos did not want to.

If Yuelong fell, it would be dangerous for just the few of them to try and protect the pups their own, especially if at that given time they had an enemy breathing down their necks. Separating themselves between guarding the pups, hunting and resting left more and more room for mistakes when there was so little of them. As it were now, Mal, Hua and some of their older pups still remained, but for how long?

I know a place we could call our new home, if it comes to that. He insured his subordinate, certain that Kukutux would offer them place within their ranks should Yuelong drift with the tides. The pups won't go without. He turns to Mou, a smile on his lips, to ensure the man that Aiolos wasn't giving up on any of them.