Wheeling Gull Isle lost and found

Her howl was just as sorrowful, longing, defeated, at the very heavy and cold air which surrounded her. An endless, tiring and perhaps even seemed pointless effort to find someone having been gone some time now. Her son. Aiolos did not know the boy personally, not at all, but the pups of Yuelong would not go unnoticed nor unwatched by him despite his lack of place within their lives. Leader or not, none had been of his own making.

Aiolos is left to pause in his path along the shoreline, just out of the water's desperate reaches just as she. A frown settled to his features, russet ears back.

She was a quite beautiful woman, he knew this to be true, though had not often found himself falling for the dark and smoldering type. Though why would mystical and distant be better for him? He thought, a flicker of Ruo who he then did best to dismiss. Tzila had been paired with Astaroth though that man had long since been gone and nare return from some 'mission' or another. Still, a mother, with eyes for another, Aiolos would have never thought twice of Tzila other then as a packmate and a good one at that regardless of her distance. She was in some distress and Aiolos, despite the little connection they had, was compelled to try and ease her suffering.

But how? Aiolos couldn't find the words. Didnt know the right ones to offer for a mother whom had lost her pup during a very harsh winter. Nothing could make it right, he knew. Nothing could make her forget. So he would just settle down then, leaving her much needed space and lifted his own muzzle, calling out with the winter winds in hope that his voice might find Sotiris, wherever he be.