Let the Rain Fall Down

In his autopilot walking, Artorias had not noticed the giant winged wolf sitting just along the borders of Hallows territory. So much for being an effective patrol if he didn't pick up on the large dark-furred wolf that bore a striking resemblance to his father. It was the voice that pulled Artorias out of his depressed stupor, fire-like eyes flashing behind a few quick blinks while he looked up at the wolf through the rain. He had seen him skulking around the Hallows for the past season—it was the wings that tipped him off—but he had never interacted with him before. He had bore the scent of the Armada and the colors of the Fatalis family. Briar had mentioned him before during one of her trips down here, stating he was an older brother. But what did she say his name was again...?

"Hi..." he responded, nodding when the dire wolf greeted him by nickname. "Yep, that's me. It's... Mortis...?" It came off more as a question, but that sounded right. Resin had mentioned it once also before her mind went, and at the time it hadn't meant much to him. But the dire wolf had never made himself a nuisance or a bother in any way, shape, or form, preferring to keep mostly to himself, which Art didn't mind. It just meant they hadn't had much of a reason to interact before now. "What are you doing out here in the rain? Wouldn't you prefer to be back in the castle?" he asked, his gait slowing to a stop so he could take a moment to talk to his new companion.

"Artorias" | "Corbin"