Ouroboros Spine aumauttuk [m] ╕

Beyond the low hanging ring of mountains which made a protective border around Moonglow's claim, the land sloped down into a bowl of forestry. Many of the trees having fallen, mosses, fern and all amount of green sapling taking place. He knew a great lake were here, the smell hanging in the air, the earth floor moist. He was curious of his new home though couldn't help but have his attention otherwise pulled elsewhere as they walked...


The Greek couldn't help but draw close. His body aligning with her own, pressing to her. Any whom they may have passed in the distance, he wanted them to know already just exactly who he was to their leader. Aiolos only faltered from her side as she slowed her pace and he lifts his muzzle to sniff the air and view the forestry around them.

Then back to her, who stood before him now. Though painted under the guise of winter snow, he felt the heat within her, quiet like a fire. She burned for him this night in ways she had not in their times together ever before. Aiolos closes the space between them. He wanted to feel that burn, too.