Totoka River Diving in the deep,

She turned on him, like a wild animal- teeth baring, a snarl, a wild and desperate look over her features. She was, of course, a wild animal. She was wolf.

To find you help. He spoke, honestly and kept his placement on the sands. He did not press further to her nor did he back away. His head lowered, aligning with his spine in defense, ginger ears falling flat against his skull. 

Aiolos had no reason to help her but neither did he have reason to pass by knowing or not if she would make it on her own. Aiolos had his own people to look after. Same, how did one gather allies and friends without first offering a helping paw?