Ouroboros Spine xlviv. that one will die

Aiolos did not always pass by her den at this hour — she imagined the redwolf was pulled away at times by the mother of his own children and the familiar responsibility of leadership. Lótë didn’t yet know the islander beyond face value but he seemed to be shouldering the role well; she was happy for the Sun and Moon of their village, content to follow their lead. He had returned some life to Kukutux’s eyes and that was enough for the greenpaw to accept him. He was, however, a creature of habit as she was learning and Lótë happened to catch him as Aiolos passed by her den along his typical path through the village. 

She greeted the first-hunter with a warm smile and dip of her head. ”It is to thank you,” she revealed when the Alpha had ventured closer, a bit shyly but nonetheless sincerely. ”For watching out for my cubs while the spiritbear…wanders,” the murmur of her soft octaves trailed off, searching for the right word and settling on an inadequate one.