Two wolves walk into a bar...

The sun was rolling across the western sky by the time the two Hallowed wolves arrived at the border of Abaven's territory. Artorias was watching the rushing rapids beside them as they walked along the banks of the river, vaguely remembering passing them by when Tamsyn had taken him up to Firefly Lake when he had been just a pup. That had been the day he met Corbin, almost a year ago. Gods, had it really been a year already?

They approached the borders, and as Artorias had been quick to learn, stopped a short distance from the scent markers almost in perfect unison with Ulric this time. Hey, he was getting the hang of this after all! Reclining back on his haunches, Artorias continued to watch the rapids go flushing by, the choosing of the frothy water almost drowning out everything else around them. Abaven was another pack Artorias knew nothing about other than that they were a very old collective. It did make him curious to know what the secret to their longevity was and what they could learn from the largest pack in Boreas.

Ulric's comment about making good progress brought a crooked smile to Artorias' lips, amber eyes turning to his alpha. "Well, when all the packs are so close together, it's easy to meet a bunch at once," he remarked. "I see now why Mom wanted to move the Hallows when she did. She was right, there were too many wolves all in one area." He had been too young to understand the concept of shared borders before, but now that he was older and able to see how close all of the packs were, it did make territory a bit of a commodity.

"Artorias" | "Corbin"