Ouroboros Spine There are many places a spirit may rest

Just a little cameo unless they come over to him.

 

Aiolos was content to lay at the shoreline of the great lake, closing his eyes and trying to pretend that he could feel the spray of the sea, that he could feel the gritty sand under his toes and hear the sound of the waves crashing out in front of him.

His reverie is disturbed only by the sounds of others, his packmates, he would obviously presume. One wolf, as they came into view along the lake out a distance from him, he did not think he knew. Of course, Aiolos had yet to make one on one conversation with everyone here but he at least knew their look, their scent. He, Aiolos did not. However he was with their scarred warrior and so, Aiolos has trust in this and remains at ease.