Ouroboros Spine we can stay in tonight

After the little gathering between unspoken for men and women which Kukutux had thrown together, Aiolos had only heard word of those which had arrived. Rhaegal, of the long salt, was a name he had heard but not a man which he had met. As Kukutux called to him, he knew today would be the day. 

The call of his mate was not one he would hesitate to answer. It never would. If able, a call he would answer even more quickly now due to the new life which stirred within her. She had not said it. Had not confirmed it (nor had Sakhmet) but he could see it in the light of her jade eyes, of the happiness of her step. 

The Greek holds himself higher this day as he arrives, to greet an unknown man here to wed one of his many beautiful daughters. Their one son, @Stratos, off to seek out to young women of his own. 

I take it you are Rhaegal. He speaks to the man, offering a dip of his ginger muzzle respectfully as he looks over the blood-stained wolf. Large, as himself, but even so heavier built, young, strong and smelling of the sea, which brings a small smile to the father's features.