Two wolves walk into a bar...

Artorias gave a quiet hum of agreement with Ulric's statements. The move really had been the best for them, in short term and in longevity. While they waited, Artorias continued to study the strange stones and monuments around the rapids. Time ticked by, and the two wolves waited, and waited, and waited. Gods be damned, this was turning out to be just like Habari! After such a productive meeting with Ashen, this really left a bitter taste in the young wolf's mouth. Where was everyone? Were it not for the scent markers around the territory, Artorias would almost have assumed these lands were empty—a dead pack leaving behind only traces of their history to fade into oblivion. As the sun sank into twilight, Artorias lost all hope of anyone showing up to greet them. Ulric made the decision to call it a night, and Artorias could hardly hide his excitement to get to go spend some time with Briar. "That's disappointing. Two in a row..." he muttered, but perked up and continued with, "Sounds good! And I promise I won't let her kidnap me." Chuckling while smirking back at his alpha, he followed close beside as they headed back towards the old Hallows lands.

- exit Artorias -

"Artorias Carpathius"