Qeya River acedia

Aiolos lacked in the stocky, bulkiness of many of the northern men and its warriors. He was not made of a thin, leanness that carried him sheer and swift. But Aiolos had stamina. One which outmatched many. The great tides of Sea had given him this. 

When Lestan was able to separate the doe, Aiolos turned fast, on the heels of the doe in but moments. He would not tire. Not yet. And so Aiolos would be patient and time his strikes right, so that they would cut deep into the hocks and meaty thighs of the deer's back legs as she tried to outrun him. Fate seemed to favor the wolves side now.