Ouroboros Spine muse

Outside the den Aiolos basked under the morning light. It cast a glow over the burgundy, auburn and cream of his coat. He slumbered on his guard duties only to stir as Callyope cried out to the morning, on que as a rooster. 

His head lifts, turning round his shoulder to see his wife still in there with them. Her words are whispers, soothing their pups in ways he could not. His smile is soft as her words and he lays his back down to rest.