Firefly Glen Lard he comin'!

Aiolos chuckles, tilting his head into the lick of Chickadee and then again at the mention of the children still tussling in play. 

Ah, did he now? The old wolf smiles, his muzzle crinkling. As it were, it was Kivaluk's father which taught me. Aiolos was already far grown when he had been taught of herd hunting, yet still had come to learn it well enough, though it was not his best suited trade. 

I had been born in a Bayou not far from the coast. Then an island as I grew and then another, after some time. Guarding and navigation were my main trades. I knew very little of herds before Moonglow.