Wheeling Gull Isle he hapalua ia o ka honua,

Well this should prove interesting. :)

A sudden recognition, the stranger washed up at his doorstep met his attention, wide-eyed, swaying in his placement as he struggled to keep his footing from beneath him. And so then does he fall. Not so in a literal since, though his ears atop his skull would flatten, his shortened brown tail tucking between his limbs and his masked face lowering, a flick of his tongue outward. Submission and silence. Aiolos would be left to wonder if the sudden shock of waking up here had captured his tongue or if it was an inability to speak all together.


Can you speak? If he could not, a nod would do but it had not yet been a thought to the red wolf that this man did not have the ability to hear either. Given the man's display, Aiolos felt no further need to present himself with dominance. His head remained high and his stance a proud one, though his own tail remained rested between his back legs and the hairs along his russet nape settled down. Technically this man was trespassing but as Jaime before him it was obviously by no fault of his own ill decision.


Without Natshana here any longer, Aiolos was uncertain who he should rely on for help in this situation. Not only did the man have some large injuries, likely from being battered around on the rocks, it was also in the middle of winter. If the stranger was not suffering from hypothermia just yet, there was a good chance he soon still very may. The combination of open wounds and winter surely to put the man's desire for survival to the test. If he did live, he was a tough one, that was for certain.