It's been more than 30 years since the wolf in the winter cold. And now, as then, it's not fear that grips him......only restlessness. A heightened sense of things. The seaborne breeze coolly kissing the sweat at his chest and neck. Gulls cawing......complaining even as they feast on the thousands of floating dead. The steady breathing of the 300 at his back......ready to die for him without a moment's pause. Every one of them......ready to die.

Dilios is describing the experience of Leonidas during his last and final stand.