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Artorias had been unsure what to expect when Ulric allowed him to summon the Valhalla leadership on his behalf, but he felt like the older wolf was setting him up for some sort of surprise. That surprise came in the form of a young wolf, approximately his age though with a couple of inches of height on him, adorned in rich black fur that seemed to spark with living embers as it swayed with his every movement. Behind him came a smaller, lithe woman whose entire body could have been crafted from moonlight. Artorias' mouth hung slightly agape in awe at these creatures that seemed as if they had been pulled straight from a fantasy, blinking in surprise and reining himself in as the yearling greeted Ulric by name. Ah, so Ulric knew these wolves personally! That was what the surprise had been all about!

He met the yearling's curious gaze with a small smile and a dip of his head in greeting. The luminescent lady came alongside the yearling, greeting Ulric by name again and then regarding him with a smile. Artorias bowed his head in greeting to her, doing his best to keep from staring at the radiant wolves, though that feat was easier said than done. Ulric greeted the two Valhalla wolves, introducing them to him as Aurielle and Ardyn, the alpha and heir of Valhalla, and then introduced Artorias in turn. "It's a pleasure to meet you both, Aurielle and Ardyn," he spoke graciously, a warm smile affixed to his face. Any family of Ulric were friends of his.

The dark-furred boy turned his gaze from the two wolves back to Ulric when the Adravendi man asked how they had been, his fiery eyes shifting between whoever was speaking while he remained quiet and listened to the alphas converse. He was content to take in all that he could and respond when addressed.

"Artorias" | "Corbin"