Show Me Your Ways

Artorias arched an intrigued brow over concerned eyes. He'd never spent much time around the Armada lands proper, so he'd just assumed this was how the pack always was. To hear they were having issues with occupying dens surprised him a tad. Where had all of the Warlord's wolves gone to? Why weren't there lines at the Armada borders for wolves to try and get in that Sirius was resorting to buying slaves to buff those ranks? Sirius then went on to answer his question properly, explaining how he had bought Iris to be Zee's handmaiden, since women enjoyed being pampered and keeping confidants who were also women. That made a little more sense in the young wolf's mind. Faes liked other faes to tend to them, pamper them, talk with them and share secrets and gossip. It all sounded dreadful to Artorias, but then he didn't try to understand the minds of the women in his life either.

Sirius gave a call, and not too long later, a smaller woman approached the two, a figure of tan and navy against the sea of green grasses. She bowed to them both, then addressed Sirius directly. Artorias watched Iris curiously, from her demeanor and posture to her tone of voice and the words she used. This woman was a slave? While a little thin, she otherwise didn't seem any different from the rest of the wolves in the Armada, save for the submissive demeanor and how she called the Warlord "sir". Artorias looked absolutely befuddled by Iris' existence, looking her over like he was trying to figure her out or piece together the parts of the puzzle his mind simply wasn't getting.

"Artorias Carpathius"