Ouroboros Spine Thoughts Heavy know No bounds

The day was late the the night was young. The lands falling into a sort of limbo, with the sun a deepened red, sitting low on the horizon. The moon full and high, ready to guide its followers on the darkened path. Aiolos, a man of worship to the Sea Goddess and Mother Moon, awaited patiently. 

His eyes were trained upon the ripples of water from the river. Same as Rodyn, but with different reason. With the reflecting rays of light, it was hard to keep focus on the prize underneath. 

The hunter struck, but came out most unsuccessful. Catching the fish by the tail end, it wriggled the length of its body out from Aiolos grip. Fish were mighty creatures, packed with muscle and their spines along their fins often could pierce and cut- as it had this night. 

Aiolos growls, a bloodied tongue licking along the length of his mug as the fish darted off and away. Perhaps it was time to call it quits for the night. Snorting, Aiolos lifts up his head from the river waters and onto a wolf drawing nearer- a mix of black and deep russet coloring like some of Aiolos own darker parts. Rodyn. He knew the young wolf as their newest member only, though had not had a proper conversation. Not yet, at least. Maybe tonights the night.