I hate to say this

From the moment he had stormed away from his defeatist brother and solemn mother, Artorias had done nothing but try to find answers. He had started with some of the healers around the pack, but understandably they were all busy either tending to Tamsyn's wounds or being sent out to gather herbs by Ulric for more medicine to keep his mother's pain managed. He hadn't even bothered Gwyn or Eilwen yet, since they were both busying themselves with Tam's care since the horrific attack, and he knew his sister was still learning. He didn't want to burden her further with trying to convince her to help him find a cure for Resin. Everyone was scrambling to try and pick up the pieces, and their entire family—nay, their entire pack—was directionless and thrown into chaos.

Now Artorias was all alone. He had never minded solitude before, when there were other wolves he could turn to if he needed, but this was different. He was completely out of the action and left to his own devices. He wasn't a healer, so he couldn't help with Tamsyn's care, and he had no clue where to even begin with Resin. He wasn't an adult, so he was just told to sstanday aside by everyone else while they worked to keep the pack operational. But he couldn't just stand aside; these were his parents, gods damn it! He had to do something to help!

He had been so lost in his own emotional whirlwind and personal mission, he had even found himself trying to make sense of any of the plants the healers kept in their store rooms, but it mostly ended up with him staring blankly at the assortment of leaves, roots, and flowers like they were some sort of deadly animals. He was so out of his element right now. His brother's howl made his ears flick to attention, a scowl spreading across his face, and for a brief moment he considered letting him go unanswered. He did not want to see Rudy right now, not after what had happened down in the dungeons with mom. But the more Art focused on the strange plants, the more frustrated he was becoming, and so with a growl of annoyance he set out from the castle to where his brother had called him from. He was all the way on the other side of the plains, provoking further ire in the young wolf. What was so damn important that he needed him all the way out here for?

Artorias crunched his way through the snow and ice across the frozen plains until he spotted his mottled gray brother waiting for him. He tried his best to wipe the irritated glower from his face, but it was impossible to with the way he was feeling right now. Trudging up until he was within earshot of Rudy, Artorias came to a halt a few paces from his brother and fixed the slightly shorter boy with a hard stare. "What?" he asked plain and hard, his tone a little more curt than he intended, but it got his message across. He did not want to be wasting time with this conversation if it wasn't going to benefit anybody.


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"