Ouroboros Spine opening on the foam

A new male had entered their ranks, one just on the cusp of adulthood. Adrastus still had not returned to them. Within the men's circle, as it was so named, there was only himself, Zane and the yearling prisoner up until now. Aiolos had thought maybe to visit @Lótëë to see how she fair but had picked up this newcomer's scent first.

The Greek follows the scent and follows the trail. Mountains surrounding their home on all sides was not something he had been used to in some time. The island of his home held a rocky hillside in the middle, not all around. But it reminded him of the vale which he had lived with Kukutux and Gracious some time ago.

Aiolos was not a mountain man- far from it and so took each step slowly and carefully. By the time he reached its peaks, twilight had befell the land. Up here, he could smell the sea on the breeze, and smiles.

He sees a star shoot across the sky and thinks back on times passed, the memories, both good and bad which were brought from it. Now, turning to move in the direction of the young man (who surely had heard his approach) he woofs a quiet greeting.