Cerulean Cape Sea & Moon, I pray to thee

Aiolos shifted his weight on the sands, readying himself for the story the little gray woman would offer him. She spoke of herself in a third person, as he had which caused a smile to linger over his features. 

It was sad to hear how quickly the pups had to move from their beautiful forest home not far from the ocean. He wondered why the parents decided to breed during a famine, not the smartest idea though he only expected that the lose of prey happened after pregnancy. 

The man listened on, content to flicker his ears as he captured her story as he turned his eyesight to the ocean view before them. Their life was a hard one as traveling young pups but he was happy in hearing how they were so close to one another, a happy family of which he never had the pleasure of having. ...Not even now, really. But little it Aiolos life was so 'picturesque'. 

Soon, the pups would grow, they would disperse and all the while the little girl, Wraen, as she sat next to him now, had a life of traveling as she had always known, learning not only the world around her and all it held, but learning more and more of her own self in the process. 

I like your story much more. He speaks with a bit of a laugh. Its happier. Once of hope, acceptance and wonder for all of which the future would hold. He learns she is not a believer in the Gods or Fates, only ones self. Aiolos did believe in Gods, of the two Goddess for that matter. They had guided him well enough thus far since he brought them into his life. But whether Goddess, or whether just a moon and sea, either way he loved them still. 

So you've been quite the well versed traveler then, since childhood... He mused, turning his attention back to her then and admiring the brightness in her green gaze. Do you find home in others that travel with you now? He would have liked to hope through it all she had not ended up now alone.