Qeya River acedia

Aiolos kept in happy stride with the younger wolf, watching him and following his movements as he kept low. Aiolos would pause, his amber attention following the gaze of Lestan, taking note of the tracks on the ground and the direction in which they went. 

Aiolos only watched and further learned, remembering the things which Kigipigak had shown him as well. The first time, they had hunted along the regions of their home. Aiolos was not any where near as impressive on the mountain slopes as he was out at sea. 

Many things, Aiolos began as he thought, From as large as sea lions to as small as crab and clam. Fish and seals and even sea otter. If your luck, you might come across great large beasts washed up on shore. Far too large to carry to your homes, yet enough meat that all which live on the coast can feast upon for weeks! He spoke with a fond smile and wagging of his tail.