695. Argryos

In late December Argryos flies south to see his friends deep in the heart of the Sivain forest he carries a large sack of food and gifts clutched gently in his mighty talons He lands in the clearing by the snow covered fir and light candles on the branches with little puffs of flame calling all his friends out of their burrows foxes, badgers, owls and rabbits The party lasts most of the day until the sun sinks behind the trees all the animals and birds gather round Argryos until dawn comes using his body to keep them all warm At midday he will say goodbye to his friends and fly off back to his home in the north he won't return to the forest until next year to start the joyous celebrations again