Ouroboros Spine kisimigiuktuk ⇿

Aiolos ran as swiftly as one could with his aging. As swiftly as one might even as their muscles strained and body stiffened. 

The call of Rodyn urgent. The name of moonwoman carried with the wind. She was alive, yet Aiolos worried no less as he came to slide along the opposite side which Rodyn had taken. 

Amber eyes stricken with worry, seen deeply in his face, yet he does not speak of it. She will be fine. Let's get her back to the ulaq. He urges. Warmth and rest, my snow. He whispers to her and if ever given an instant to do so, should she fail to hold it tight, would snatch the green and toss it to the snow.