Pre-Party Rumble [Valhallan Fighters]

Artur trotted up through the lands with an unusually distracted air as he answered the challenging call that Aurielle had sent out. He'd spent as little time as possible within pack lands, drifting away and growing bitter with it as his remaining siblings grew only closer to Valhalla and to Aurielle. He'd thought he'd connected with Caelia, but he doubted that a short conversation and a spar was going to change anything with the chasm that had grown between them. Geoffrey he'd had hopes of bringing with him to make a band, but his brother's studies had taken him away too. Artur was growing restless, finding a deep feeling of loss and resentment simmering deep. He was done with this life. He loved his siblings, but he couldn't keep himself chained to this pack just to protect them from their own folly. He needed to strike out alone and build his own life.

He'd take his siblings aside later and say goodbye, tell Aurielle he was leaving. But he wouldn't interrupt whatever... nonsense it was that Aurielle had planned for this mess and muck strewn around. If nothing else, it might prove mildly entertaining to see how ridiculous she got with it. So he was silent as he sat at the back of the group, his face a mask of indifference as he stared off into the distance.