Ouroboros Spine On Bended Knee

Aiolos followed the path of his daughter and wife, one which brought them before Rodyn. He had sung out for all the pack to come and spoke now for all the pack to hear. 

Aiolos eyes cast to the young Kivaluk, a silent acknowledgment of his presence. His coat brushed with color of bright red. As Aiolos, as Rodyn, as Stratos, their coats colored with brightness of the Sun. Aiolos takes in a deep breath and lands his eyes upon the man who had called them here.  

Tears slid to the cheeks of Rodyn, eyes wet in turn by mother and daughter. Aiolos remains silent, firm, listening. 

His eldest daughter was to be wed. At least, one day. Their engagement would take some time and for this Aiolos felt the tension in his shoulders ease. It too gave the parent time to slowly acknowledge Rodyn as his future son-in-law.

It also brought him to wonder of Kausiut. If she had found someone of interest. If she may return to her parents with a family of her own in tow. Then his thoughts turned to he and Kukutux latest litter. Who would be next? Callyope, Ariadne or would Stratos seek to further their bloodline by finding a mate to call his own? Aiolos was reluctant to wed his daughters (a usual father's protectiveness) but was happy in knowing years of his family would long go on after he had passed.