I Hold with Those Who Favor Fire

Artorias laughed again when Sirius jabbed at his side again, claiming he'd stab his next foes back. "Good! I'd have doubts about a warlord who doesn't fight back," he teased the larger man in turn. He was quick to rise to Sirius' aid when the dire wolf grimaced in pain, but easily settled back down. He nodded to Sirius's directions, making sure he had memorized them carefully to the letter. Send Corbin to retrieve Briar, then have him deliver a message to a bright yellow wolf named Naiche on behalf of the Warlord. Let him rest, let him heal, and then when he returned they would begin their lessons together. A hopeful smirk played on the young lad's lips; this Seer was a far cry from the Seer he had mercilessly stabbed in the neck in the courtyard only hours before. It was amazing what a near-death experience would do to someone. Or maybe that was still the blood loss talking... Whatever it was, Art was happy to see Sirius gradually returning to the way he remembered him being. The angry, hollow shell of what the Warlord truly was had been a cheap imitation, one he had been glad to shatter to bring this wolf, the wolf his family adored, back to them.

"I'll get that taken care of at once. I'll send my mom back in so she can stay with you." Even though he was still a little upset at Tamsyn regarding this entire situation, he was glad that she was staying so close by Sirius to make sure he was okay and taken care of. The two wolves shared an intense closeness, one he hadn't even seen between his two mothers. Bowing his head to the Warlord to take his leave, Art rose back up and gave a final gentle nudge of his head against Seer's. "Thank you again, sir," he spoke softly, stepping away to allow him to go back to sleep if he wished.

On his way out the door, Artorias lingered and glanced back to the dire wolf resting on the bed. A strange longing for something tugged at his heart, but he wasn't able to quite place it. Maybe one day he would, and maybe one day he would be able to put those emotions into words he could speak or actions he would convey while he walked the Path of the Warrior. But for today, it was enough to know that Seer was still alive. He hadn't fucked up too badly. "I'll see you back on the Path, Warlord," he called back with a little grin, and then he slipped out the door, waiting until Tamsyn had gone back in to rejoin him before heading off to find Corbin.

He had work to do.



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