Ouroboros Spine summer sun

His gingered ears perked high and he lifts from his sit to turn around to the young woman coming into his direction. A shake of his crown, he answers, You are not. I am Aiolos. He corrects with a small smile. Adrastus... His lips purse, Has been missing for some time... It has been hard on some. Kukutux and Lote he knows mostly. The pack lacking its 'leader of men' as it were, put the pack at unease. Fortunately for the time the pack was mostly of women which Kukutux lead well.

She looked familiar to him... Had he met her before? It was not that she was a dark wolf with contrasting pale blue eyes which sparked his memory. He had met wolves of similar looks before. It was the x marked scar which covered the front of her chest which jogged his mind. Your scar... He mused, muzzle lowering to gesture to it. The hunters mark, right? He didn't remember her name but, he did remember that.