Hoshor Plains Sound Off

Aiolos had taken up the rear as they headed out, a manner in which to keep an eye on all as they moved from the Glen and into the Hosher Plains. Within his jaws, a bundled deer skin, filled with different herbs his wife had gathered from the healing dens- none of which Aiolos understood anything about. 

The gathering was already quite massive and only seeming to grow as more and more groups filtered in. Each one settling into little camps dotted along the plains. Aiolos had settled down the bundle, content to remain among his family as they got themselves situated. His eyes kept to the rambunctious of @Salaksartok, herding the boy time and again until another took charge, which did well to wear his poor grandfather out. 

A friendly smile and dip of his creamy chin was given to each who would greet him and after awhile, knew that he would have to join among the hunters. Aiolos honestly would have been perfectly content to keep at Kukutux side and listen as she taught others of healing. The winter this season had not been kind to his aging bones and old fighting wounds. Yet it was the face of a strong leader and hunter he must represent for his people. 

After a time, Aiolos touches his muzzle to @Kukutux cheek to let her know he was heading off. Fiery eyes seek out @Kivaluk and Arrluk and a commanding woof is sent to the young sons as he begins to make way towards @Rodyn where the hunters would gather.