Ouroboros Spine you thought it was a joke

Aiolos scouted around the border as he did each day. His rounds now more often then not being followed quietly by one of his sons. He thought he smelt Arrluk out there, somewhere behind. In front, the familiar scent of Shikoba, whom he crossed paths with time and time again on his patrol, same as @Kivaluk, often returning from the hunt.

The fiery wolf follows her trail, coming to see the molted colored, stocky wolf in the distance. He hears her words as he draws nearer. He sees the younger woman before her. Tall, long limbs and slender build, even more so by lack of meals wandering as a loner. And then, as he comes to find a place near Shikoba's side, a sudden realization...

Nǚwū?? He calls out to the woman. Aiolos felt like he was in a dream of a life long passed. It looked like the little girl he remembered from the island, running along the adults ankles. Even smelt like her. She had been so young then and with all the Jiang's gone now, it left him to question himself.