Qeya River No Rest for those love struck and weary

The voice which called out for Aiolos and his family was a familiar one, very much so. The Sun man followed the call with a swiftness, towards the young man he had not seen in months. 

When he comes to him, he is greeted with a worn wolf fitted with a collection of new, pink scarring. Good. He had worked himself to the bone in order to prove himself worthy to call Samani his own. 

The snell of sea salt beckons Aiolos inward as he comes closer to both he and First Hunter, a smile on his lips and tail a gentle sway at his hocks. Happy to have you join us once more, Rodyn. He spoke, fiery eyes dancing up and then down the man and finally to the bundle around his neck. I see that your hunting has gone well.