Duskfire Glacier mamatsak ∓

Aiolos' brow creased, taking his mate's concern within himself. He did not know this man, Wintersbane, on any particular level though knew that it was on his good word they came to him and his pack as friend and ally.

Kukutux adjusted the pelt on her shoulders and he helps and moves then to nose the nape of his wife, insuring her that she looked perfectly presentable for their allies.

It would not be long before the Duskfire wolves came, a mother and her son. She immediately knew him as Kukutux sun man, despite never having met her before. If it could be so, Aiolos pelt would have burned a brighter red, a happiness and pride in knowing how his love spoke of him to others.

Aiolos smiles deeply, his head and muzzle dipping low before the tawny woman. I am miss, He speaks, fiery eyes moving between she and the young boy, already wearing a recognizable scar of the fight. It is a pleasure to meet you both.