Ouroboros Spine i am made of memories

Aiolos was in better spirits then he had been in quite some time. The coming of winter had brought travelers looking to settle down for the season. Stratos and Inkalorë had returned to the family, though he wondered if it would be fleeting like with Nǚwū and Lote. 

Since last winter, the season had brought more stiffness in the man each early morning, though Aiolos would be fine with this if it meant winter bringing more of the family together. Soon, they would be doing their winter hunting in the far north too. Not to mention, the island he had lived on for years was far more north and with far less protection from straight winds off the sea. Anyhow- 

Aiolos was sucking it up and strolling around the lake at the southernmost portion when Kivaluk came his way and the red wolf woofs out to his kinda-sorta step-son.