Ouroboros Spine midnight science fiction feature

Aiolos strode the foothills on the innermost outskirts of home, watching the day as it ended before him. Paths which he walked many times. Paths which Shikoba had walked many times. Her scent now, near faded to nothingness. 

The Sunman's sigh is deep, yet his thoughts cutoff from their nostalgia at the call of another at Moonglow's border. Not a recognized voice. Not one of their villages either, granted tbe knowledge of open border policy they had. 

Aiolos was beckoned forward and so he came. Coming to view, a molted grey wolf with a dark mask. He looked thin and slinky even, as Aiolos drew nearer and whilst doing so examined his form. 

Welcome to the village Moonglow, wanderer. He introduced, dipping his greying chin. The stranger was worse for ware, it looked, as though he had been in travel for quite some time. I am Aiolos, Sunman, here.