Let the Rain Fall Down

Mortis' sudden outburst when he had mentioned having the good memories in their absence caught Artorias off guard. He hadn't expected such a volatile reaction from the seemingly calm and laidback wolf beside him, but apparently his brother had been a sore spot for him. He had never met Azure, and he was only just now getting to know Mortis, but apparently there was some bad blood between them. It seemed strange to him then that he would say he wanted to be him if Azure hated him. He didn't try to understand the Fatalis family though; that entire sect of wolves seemed pretty fucked up—all except for Briar who seemed to be the most well-adjusted of the lot. It sounded to him like Mortis was having an identity crisis between what he was and what Sirius wanted to be and what Azure had been.

"So don't be," Artorias responded plainly to Mortis' claim that he didn't want to be Azure. "Just be you. Be what you want to be. Your father will love you for who you are. And if he doesn't, then he doesn't deserve you as a son. But at least you'll have a definitive answer of where you belong: in the Armada or elsewhere." He shrugged his shoulders; he was probably oversimplifying the situation, but even the most complex of problems could have a simple solution.

He peered up at Mortis then, searching the gentle giant's expression for a reaction to get a read on. "Would you consider joining the Hallows?" he asked after a minute of contemplation. He wasn't able to officially offer Mortis a place within their ranks, but as Baron he held some influence over the pack's decisions. If the Armada wanted to throw Mortis out, the Hallows was always open to wolves like him. "Maybe you could find your calling here? Or at the very least get your paws underneath you to make a plan for yourself. I know my Mom Tam would love having you around."

"Artorias" | "Corbin"