A stitch away from making it

When Corbin came to tell her about what had happened with her father and to tell her that her father wanted her to go see Artorias she didn't go right away. There was a hesitance about being around her father again that she didn't enjoy, but she also couldn't avoid. She also felt like being around her siblings was the right thing to do while they continued to mourn their mother even though her mind was very far away from the topic. Talking with Asla had helped, but it had still been enough of a scare to shake everything in her world upside down. So much so that she hardly noticed that their birthday had come and gone.

She waited until her father came back from The Hallows, catching glimpses of him around the pack, heavily bandaged still and limping. It made her ears flick uncertainly Artorias had done all of this? Why? That question lingered heavily on her mind as she made her way down to the southern continent. She didn't have a reason to run this time so for once she didn't have to make a mad dash to get to The Hallows. It was the only time she hadn't made the trip in a panic since the first time she had adventured down to Auster. It almost felt like she should be more hurried, more worried. Those kind of feelings made more sense these days than calmly doing anything.

Briar stopped at the border of the pack, hesitating there for a moment. It was also the first time she hadn't just gone into the pack lands, the first time escorted by Art, the second in a rush to get to him before her father noticed she was there. But she couldn't help but think of Resin telling them both that she should have called from the border for permission. Even though Resin was locked up right now... She still lifted her head and let out a soft howl for Artorias, hoping he'd come to her before anyone else could.

"Briar" | "Marigold"