Making first contact

A cold wind whipped across the open tundra of northern Boreas as the two wolves made their way to the border of yet another pack. This was one Artorias had never heard of before. Incendium. Even something about the name put him on edge for reasons he couldn't explain. Wasn't this pack supposed to be Winterfell? That's what he'd learned as a pup when his parents taught him about the packs in the world, at least. Getting here from the Sunset Falls had been a hell of a trip. Navigating the rugged mountainous terrain around the Polar Sound had been treacherous, but thanks to his outdoorsy nature and wanderlust, Artorias had forged a path clear through the mountainside, guiding Ulric along the safest route to the other side.

They had camped out in the Northern Mines the night before, Artorias listening to the wind howling outside and awed by how vastly different all of Boreas' terrains and regions were. It was so easy to forget how big the world actually was, but now he finally had the chance to get to experience some of it! A quick cursory search of the mines before they left had revealed nothing other than the skeletal remains of a giant wolf in one of the caves, and then they were off to the only northern pack. Despite the quiet and solitude the north offered, it did little to calm Artorias' nerves. He felt the same nervous energy he felt when he'd fought with the extra dire wolf back in the extended winter, as if there were tension in the air while they approached the border.

Ulric howled for the alpha, and Artorias sat beside his Aegis, amber eyes alert and scanning the open horizons and sparse trees for any signs of life. He cast a wary glance over to Ulric, the look in his eyes betraying his concern for being here. Something didn't feel right... but without any reason or cause for alarm, Artorias waited patiently, steeling himself to meet whoever would show to answer their call.

"Artorias" | "Corbin"