You're what all the fuss is about

Sure enough, when her sister appeared it was indeed while dragging a half of a split doe, leaving a bloody trail in her wake. A grin pulled across Briar's lips as she turned to face her older sister, giggling to herself at the fact that this was how Artorias was meeting her - bloody and bringing home a half of a deer. It was the perfect representation of why she loved and respected her sister so much. She was significantly smaller than most of their family, but had more fire and tenacity than most of them combined. Her tail wagged happily as Asla dropped off her kill and approached them, eager to finally introduce her to this boy that she had spoken to her so much about. She smirked at the comment about bringing a snack, but before she could respond Artorias did it for her, making his own quip about how she would be the better one to ask about how he tasted.

The insinuation he made immediately made her face flush bright red and her eyes went wide as her gaze darted over to him. "Artorias!" she hissed with exasperation, hitting his shoulder with her paw and rolling her eyes with a shake of her head. It was still hard to keep the grin off of her muzzle and even though she was furious with him and embarrassed beyond belief, she was still giggling and playfully glaring at him all the same. She sighed and waved a paw between the two of them, clearly giving up on making this any kind of normal introduction. "Artorias, Asla. Asla, Artorias." Briar nudged his shoulder with her own, giving him another glare. "I swear, I can't take you anywhere, can I?"

Briar Fatalis