Wheeling Gull Isle Wandering child of the earth,

A thick accented voice, her speech a bit broken, though it was nothing of a foreign tongue to Aiolos in a sense, who had for quite some time now aligned himself to the Mandarin speaking coastal wolves. 

His jaw tightens at the yearlings mention of Ruo, his muscles in his jawline twitching along the cream of his cheeks. It is this only which shows as he gathers himself once more to speak. 

She was correct. He allows and turns his head round to jut his muzzle into the direction of the island, very obviously behind him. You've made it to the right place. Then turning back around. A pleasure miss, He dips his snout downward along with a lowering of his skull and back up again. I am Aiolos, Shàngjiàng. She would know the meaning of the word then, granted her heritage. Are you here to deliver a message?