Wheeling Gull Isle Madam, it’s just lazy to steal from someone without knowing their name.

The southern coast line was more and more active as of late, from visiting neighboring packs to a whole pack of it's own. Pups had arrived too, despite their circumstances and Aiolos found himself missing the company of his Empress at his side more and more each day. He'd manage, he knew and just hoped the little woman was finding her way through this trying time.

Along the coast he moved as he often did and today, crossed over the sandbar connecting them to the mainland was a stranger to him. He looked to her direction with a tilt of crown and as he moved closer he would take note of the snowy woman looking over from the mainland. She with you? He inquired, jutting his muzzle towards the white wolf before then turning to the black.