Moonspear searching for spirits

A man comes. Of black and red and tan... he holds the power of prime adulthood Aiolos once had. Strong and filled with life and energy. 

The Sunman tips his head up to the rise, who stood there bristled and with question. I don't think that anyone can... He murmurs, amber eyes cast back from the wolf and onto the landscape around them. 
Aiolos was not much of a mountain wolf. It had taken some time to be a forest wolf within the valley of his home, even. 

My daughter will welcome me in her land, I think... And then a deep sigh. I wont be long.