Ouroboros Spine Midnight, somewhere

A call roused upon the border. One which rang out to both Kukutux and his daughter Vaire. Aiolos followed the call and followed the scent, one which was a vague memory in his mind now. 

There was a wolf ahead- one of creamy tan with a cloak of gold and dusty purple eyes. He knew this wolf, Aiolos realized. Inkalorë, he called out the wolf's name and drew nearer, a soft smile on his creamy mug. It's good to see you again.. And my, had they grown.