The bigger they are
Mammoth hunt preparation
04-01-2021, 12:58 PM
Ever since Briar had left Hallowed lands bound for Boreas, Artorias had been keeping mostly to himself, rarely straying from the castle. It had allowed him time to heal, and now his wounds were mostly better, with a few scabs on his hind leg and pinkish scratches on his cheek where the cuts had sealed over. He no longer limped with his walk and was finally feeling better enough to go venturing out beyond the walls again. He was secretly thankful to be put on light duty by Gwyn as it gave him the opportunity to surreptitiously observe Resin in her daily life. Ever since the way she had lost control during the saber cat attack and her cold, almost hostile reactions to Briar, he had been keeping an eye on his mother, the concern for her wellbeing and behavior growing in his mind. He hadn't spoken about it with Tamsyn yet, as he didn't want to worry her unnecessarily or do something to upset his mother any further after his bringing of an "unapproved guest" into pack lands, but the thoughts lingered at the front of his mind regardless.
Artorias had been walking along the edges of the castle grounds alone when Ulric's howl broke through the chilly air, carried by the cold and crispness of the wind far and wide. His brow furrowed; what could Ulric be summoning all the Hallowed wolves for? Whatever it was, it must have been important. Artorias changed paths and headed toward the dire wolf's call, arriving at the gathering in the southern gardens a little while later to find a group already forming. Some wolves he recognized from the pack; others were strangers, loners and vagabonds. He strode up to the group, the wind tousling his black and blue fur in his approach. He dipped his head in greeting to Ulric and Ezra, then spared a glance at the other two. "What's going on?" he asked Ulric directly.
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