Ouroboros Spine tunrak ⊬

Kukutux came to settle at the den for the night where Aiolos had already been. Outside the opening under the clear cool sky. As winter came and the days grew shorter, he found himself falling into a "hibernation mode", sleeping more then usually. As Kukutux though, her words made it clear she was not yet ready to rest. 

Aiolos stretches out his legs and his head resting on her shoulder. There is much she will need to learn. He murmured. There are still years to teach. There better be. 

Much of the ways which the village worked, was ways which Kukutux had grown up. Ways which were riddles with stories, tales and traditions. Words and manners which Aiolos would never know how to teach. After all, none of Aiolos 'ways' had been passed down, savor the respect and honor to the Goddess Moon and Sea. After all, 'the ways' which he was raised were not ones he wished to pass to his children. As for Vaire not being their blood, it was something which Aiolos scarcely remembered now. 

Now, she speaks of Kigipigak and Aiolos muscles tensed against Kukutux from her words. Him!? Why on earth-! It seemed Kukutux felt the same and when she sat upright Aiolos too lifted into a sit, his body rigid. He is those things but above all else he is a trademen. He built a home only to abandon it. His mate. His children. His jaw clenches. Ariadne must understand that he will not stay. It is in his nature to leave. She will be abandoned just as the others. Like Inutsuk had done. As Rhaegal. As Adrastus. All of them. It wasn't assumption to Aiolos, it was fact.

Is she too stubborn and foolish to heed our warnings?