Ouroboros Spine but what about your quiet treason?

thank you for letting me slip this in!

Aiolos was just as quiet as Vaire. Never had Aiolos been as swift as his mate and as Kukutux rushed after her daughter's calling, Aiolos make quick pace after her there.

Though not yet in sight, ginger ears would pick up Ariadne's words: her children's names, their struggles when settling, the death of a child... Kigipigak was quiet. Vaire, too, as he noticed her stalk away. 

Ariadne turned her back on the Sunshine people, as though they were no longer family and she no longer welcome. Sje abandoned the pack she had created and her people struggled for it. Even her name was not her own, which Aiolos would find out in time, in the favor of her Tartokian husband, surely. Yet it was not Tartok who failed- it was Kigipigak- again and again and again and this time, it was Aiolos' grandson which suffered the consequences. 
 
Ariadne, my beautiful daughter... His breath is a coo, stepping forward to press himself against his daughter in embrace once they had begun making way towards the ulaq. Aiolos would follow them, would sniff his new grandchildren as they went to form a familiarity with them, and all the while did not pass Kigipigak a single glance.