Ouroboros Spine Midnight, somewhere

There is a laughter which comes from Aiolos as Ink rushes him to offer a wolfish hug. Aiolos lifts a ginger foreleg to wrap it around Ink in return. This child wasn't his own, but Aiolos had treated them as such. In fact, Aiolos didnt even know if Lote had told them any differently. @Vairë had never revealed so at least. 
 
Another laugh then, as a flood of questions is thrown his way. Oh, a great deal of things... He murmurs. Lets head in while I think. He would ponder and offer Ink to walk with him and maybe they would pick up others along the way.
 
Lómi and Wilwarin are not here. I have not seen them since you all lived in Neverwinter, though your mother has passed through a number of times. She moves in and out like the tides. He spoke with a small smile. 

Yet Vaire is with us and is mother now of three. You are an aunt also through Sialuk and Saman-. His voice cuts off, a frown deep on his features. Your seaside sister has passed giving birth to two sons. 

And then, doing his best to shove down that reminder of his daughter gone, You have younger siblings, as well... Come to think of it, Aiolos didnt even think they had met Callyope, Ariadne or Stratos, either, two seasons ago.