Ouroboros Spine so long gone

They walked at a rather steady pace and every so often he would slow to scrap at bark, run the length of his side along a large rock or bush and pee here and there and everywhere in-between. 

When Ajei asked her question, Aiolos' muzzle lifted and mouth pursed with thought. Of course, it didn't take much thought and he lowered his muzzle back down and looked to the little red woman.

Fishing, of course. Especially more so now that he was getting older. It was far less strenuous but he had always enjoyed the precision and patience that came with it. It brought him into focus. Fishing brings quiet. Hunts bring thrill. Very different. Many find fishing a bore. He said with a small smile and crinkling of his nose.