Wheeling Gull Isle tiritchik ⌮

Kukutux does her best to offer comfort to the young wolf, lost so horribly by the equal loss of her mother, father and young siblings. Far too much so for the girl to need to bare. Aiolos felt guilty, though his patience grew thin. His lips formed in a tight line, a grim expression still.  Now, he only nods when yet again she begs for them to send any information if they have any and another thanks for what they could offer now.

She leaves and after a few lingering moments so does Mou. Lifting his head back higher, Aiolos casts his attention out to the sea, never to be far from it's view, especially here on the island. A sigh, and then, Come... It would linger with question, for he would never command any woman, especially her. I've some place I'd like to show you. And he then turns from the ocean and onto the snowy beauty, tipping his muzzle for her to follow along as they moved further onto the island.