Ouroboros Spine I'm the bad guy, duh!

His jaw tightens, a twitch of muscle there as he listens to her plea, describing a child gone missing from her ranks. Her ranks, as Alpha of The Saints of the Dying Light. Although he did not quite remember her he remembered Kynareth well enough and the tension which twisted at his scarred neck reminded him more now.

The desperation in her eyes said all he needed, more then that of her alliance and title, for now. As far as Aiolos was aware, Moonglow held no enemies. Fiery eyes glance to the little scarred warrior at his side now, listens to her words and nods. 

He is safe, here, within our village borders. He hopes to find immediate relief within the white woman's gaze. I will call for him. And so he does, lifting his muzzle to howl out for the dark brindle pup named @Alduin.