We Share a Same Foundation

The stranger's words creased Artorias' brow in confusion. "Your mother?" he repeated for clarification. Why would Ulric have to escort her to meet with someone in the Hallows? The only wolf in the Hallows that needed an escort was... Recognition flitted between those amber optics. He hesitated, taking another look—a really good look—at the wolf he had been tracking. The eyes were a dead ringer, but the more he looked, even subtle things like her dusty nose were hints towards her lineage. No, it wasn't possible... was it...?

"Who is your mother...?" he asked, his voice more drawn out, the question asked slowly, as if already predicting the answer. Before she could answer, he was already responding with the strong assumption he had drawn from context clues. "It's Resin, isn't it...? Resin Carpathius?" He wouldn't reveal his own relation to his mother just yet, not until he knew who she was, both in name and in motive, but it was fast becoming clear to Artorias why she had come to the castle—and what had caused her to leave. If she'd seen Resin, especially without any sedative herbs... He shuddered to think what that interaction must have been like.


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"