Wheeling Gull Isle Oh won't you come with me,

The Sealord snorts, seemingly repulsed by the idea of wasting meat. Aiolos could never think of any reason why he might have ever, either and could not fathom why anyone might. Especially in winter. Especially when sometimes when winters were so harsh, they were forced to hunt down and eat their own kind. 

Allies, she had said and though they knew little of one another, they had a pact between one another none the less. Perhaps not allies the way they saw the forest and mountain wolves, but perhaps one day if this group was to strive. Many had tried to lay claim parts of the coast, many failed, including the very location where Umbra now wished to take. Only time would tell. 

Hua went then to mention the two allies which Aiolos had been thinking on, explaining their were packs inland she could visit but none particularly on the coast. Technically, Yuelong was not on the coast either. He remained silent, even when Hua went on so much as to warn Umbra of the Saints. If Umbra and her group were lucky, they could avoid whatever mess that pack would cause for them.