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The trip westward from Fireside to Valhalla had taken more turns than Artorias had expected. After camping out the night in a copse of willow trees, Ulric led them around the scenic route to avoid crossing the desert, going through gorges and past oases until they arrived at an arid land touched by a river delta that allowed lush grass to grow through the craggy earth. The sun was hot and unforgiving here, especially in the summer heat, and Artorias could understand why Ulric had been so apprehensive about crossing the open desert. They were a little over a week into their travels, but Artorias was still riding high and loving the experience! His youthful energy and excitement to see the world had kept him going. Every day was something new to see, and every night he'd gaze up at the stars, amazed at how much beauty could exist just around him.

As they approached the boundaries for Valhalla territory, Ulric gave him a shock by offering to let him call for the alpha. Artorias fixed Ulric with a surprised look, but when he insinuated some sort of relationship with Aurielle, who he determined must be the Valhalla alpha, he didn't ask any questions. He just nodded his head, then lifted his muzzle and let out a howl calling for the alpha. He didn't know anything about the Valhalla pack, but Ulric was clearly well acquainted with them, so he'd just sit back and observe unless called upon directly.

"Artorias" | "Corbin"