Traders, not traitors

Artorias was grateful to be leaving the north behind them, slipping back into the warmer climates of Boreas as he and Ulric traveled south towards the next pack on the checklist: Fireside. Artorias knew nothing about Fireside or of the wolves that it was made up of. In fact, he didn't think he'd ever met a Fireside wolf before. Curious to find out more about this mystery pack, Artorias eagerly followed alongside his alpha. The traveling was getting to be tiring, but in a good way. Artorias had wanted to see the world, and he was getting his wish. The two wolves approached the borders of Fireside's territories, and as he had gotten very good at predicting, stopped a respectful distance from the scent markers that formed the hard line. He gave a short nod when Ulric looked at him, and then sat back to wait for whoever would answer their greeting.

While they waited, Artorias looked out over the wide expanse of farmland, eyes running over the old structures and the plains surrounding them. On the other side of the territory, he could see a large orchard of fruit trees, the leaves rustling in a warm breeze. He had to admit, this place was very picturesque, and he could see why wolves would want to settle down here.

"Artorias" | "Corbin"