Like Jonah from the whale

"Sunda," he confirmed brightly before lifting his chin and taking a stab at her name. The strength of the 'r' at the end was odd to him and it made her name all the more exotic. "Iolaire," he said, rolling the 'r' softly. It was a lovely name so he told her as much. "Lowvley." By now he could see her clearly. Had he not met the winged wolf on the island he would have been more shocked by her appearance. She had the same thick fur as Gavroche the coloring was just wildly different. In all honesty he was envious of her thick fur and would have taken it in literally any color.

He'd been too busy with shivering to check for wings so when Iolaire opened up his furs to check his injuries he scooted a little bit closer in preparation of a glance. When she was focused on his legs he casually peeked over her shoulder in search of wings. And he saw...none. Hm. Interesting, perhaps there were more canine species on this island and the first two he happened to meet were different. It made sense to him. When he'd still been at sea and drifting towards land Sunder had the chance to look at Boreas from afar. It was the biggest island he'd ever seen so it made sense to him that there might be lots of different canines on it. He was familiar with the kind of differences could span a chain of small islands so why not big ones on big islands?