Ouroboros Spine Dancing furs

We can have Rodyn noted in the bg if you'd like!

Aiolos had rest often and much during the winter season. If he were a bear, he would have been quite content to sleep the entire thing away. He had never mind the cold before. When he lived on the island north-east, this season had been quite harsher. Still, his age was not something easily missed between stiff movements and greying furs. 

His yawn is a deep one, as he lay half in-half out of the ulaq, soaking up the sun into the red of his pelt. His nose began to twitch, the scent of fish and fat easing him into awaking. Ajei... He greets, batting the tiredness from his eyes as he lifted his head up off his forelegs to see her. Bringing snacks?