You're what all the fuss is about

When Briar had told him that morning that she wanted to introduce him to her sister, Artorias felt an odd nervousness at the prospect of meeting the Armada's Reaper. Meeting with Zee and Sirius as Briar's official boyfriend, while nerve-racking, had been fairly straightforward. He just had to be polite and not say anything stupid. But Aslatiel was a wolf he needed to like him. He knew how important she was to Briar, and he wanted to much for them to get along for her. To be honest, he knew precious little about the firstborn Fatalis daughter, so this would also be a good chance for him to get to know more about what she was all about. But if she was the Reaper, she had to be one tough bitch.

Artorias followed Briar across the Armada plains until they arrived at the den, then glanced up at Briar when she mentioned she might be hunting. The brush of his girlfriend's tail against his thigh gave him a bit of a start and left those wonderful sparks against his skin. He shot her a wicked glance that spoke promises of things to come for her later if she kept it up, but the reaction was short-lived as the sound fo something dragging got closer. Amber eyes turned, and what he saw surprised him beyond words. A small, blood-covered tan fae was slugging a bisected deer carcass towards the den, pausing to drop the meat and approach them while cleaning liquid crimson from her muzzle.

This was Aslatiel. Artorias had definitely not pictured her small. Pretty much every other Fatalis child was sizable, many of them showing their father's genes in their size. Asla was the outlier, but the fire he saw in those galactic purple eyes told him that she would have no problem fucking him up if he stepped out of line. Asla didn't need size to be a powerhouse or a force to be reckoned with. Asla teased him, noting how Briar had brought a snack for them, and instantly Artorias' wit couldn't be helped. "I'm not sure how good I'd taste," he remarked, a roguish smirk on his face. "But Briar would be better to answer that question than me." He grinned at Briar, the look of "no regrets" in his eyes. Asla had been the one to encourage Briar to enjoy him in the ways she had, after all. There was no doubt in his mind her older sister already knew everything her little sister was up to.

"Artorias Carpathius"