Ouroboros Spine xlviv. that one will die

Aiolos had not been well practiced at hunting game inland for quite some time now. One would never find Aiolos successful in a team hunt involving deer, elk or any other hooved creature which may have lived in the higher elevations of their home, like the high mountains which Kukutux once lived.

It would seem even now, the hare which he had been chasing down had outmatched him and the red valley wolf grimaced between heavy panting as he gathered his breath.

Patience was his game when it came to hunting fish, strength against the sea lion and seals and stamina for both. Aiolos was not a swift wolf.

The seafarer was learning more and more that he may find himself lacking when it came to a title of 'Firsthunter'. He was content at Kukutux side, he was happy with the title as 'Sun' and she, the 'Moon', Leaders and guides to their land. But who would lead the tribe of men?

Coming back empty pawed, Aiolos makes his way back in a lope to the den of Lote before he would then settle at Moonwoman's ulaq there after. He was as predictable and on time as Lote expected, for as she scanned the horizon for him, he would be there.

Padding lazily into her direction, he woofs a happy greeting to the coming mother, his tail relaxed behind him and swaying at his ankles. What's this for? He speaks with a wonder and head tilt, curiously looking over the food. It's fishy smell was obvious to what it was, though it was laced with spices different then he had known the fish to carry and it was displayed as though a special gift for a special someone.