Ouroboros Spine xlviv. that one will die

The red wolf was definitely out of his element when it came to drying and seasoning meats, making beautiful pelts for dens or paintings. Aiolos had much more of a bare bones lifestyle, where his uses were simple ones. Knowing of these things or even being seers, healers, earth-speakers or star-readers, this had not been for men. Now, given his placement in life he was perfectly fine with it though was always happy to listen to others when it came to these things. 

Chewing away at his meat, Aiolos was content even though he didn't quite 'get it'. But Lote would dismiss him and so Aiolos would be forced to make himself more useful once again. 

Good rest to you then, Lote. He says with a smile and dip of his creamy muzzle. He leaves, but not before snatching up the dried meat and taking it with him, chewing all the while...[size=small]Ló [/size]