Show Me Your Ways

He had just been wrapping up his stretches when the sound of footfalls parting dewy grass caught his attention. Artorias looked up to greet the Warlord with bright and eager amber eyes, ready to begin their patrol as soon as he was. He smiled as he regarded Sirius, seeing him as stoic and serious as ever, but still recounting the heartfelt moment the two had shared under the effects of the Hallowed wine. Much of the latter half of that evening was a blur to the boy, but he remembered just enough to know how much Sirius loved him.

"Yes, Sir!" At the Warlord's directive, the two began to set off on their patrol. Artorias kept pace alongside the larger dire wolf, setting into a light trot with keen eyes scouring the horizon as they walked. Sirius quizzed him, asked what signs he'd look for to spot something out of sorts. He pursed his lips, mulling over the question. "Scents would be an obvious one. Unknown scents around the border or even crossing over would be a big sign. Tracks, or maybe ground that has been disturbed recently? Any signs of life, like camps, leftover meals or campfires, beds or lean-tos... If the environment seems off could be a sign too, like if there's a sudden lack of songbirds or prey animals."

"Artorias Carpathius"