Back to the Place Where I Belong

Leaving behind the chill of winter in the northern continent had been a bittersweet blessing. On the one hand, it meant returning to summer-like weather in the south. On the other, it meant leaving behind Briar, and leaving the Armada in a rough situation. Leaving had been a true struggle he'd grappled with, but he knew he had to go home to support his family and his pack. He had vowed to send supplies up to assist their allies in the north, but it still felt like he hadn't done enough.

Crossing the Bïfrost, blue and black paws crunched across the rocky shores up into Auster, the familiar trees and bushes of the Wildberry Grove welcoming him to recognizable lands. Amber eyes danced over the luscious fruits, the bright sun warming his coat while he meandered through the trees, ruminating on the past season and everything he'd learned and experienced. Artorias had left a yearling and returned a more worldly adult, his eyes opened to fresh perspectives and wise to ways of the world. He was anxious to see his family and friends again, wondering what their reactions would be when he walked through those gates. The thoughts brought a small smile to his face, and as he emerged from the northern woods, he gazed out across the wide plains surrounding an iconic castle by the sea. Artorias' heart swelled; he was home.

As the Hallowed wolf crossed the border into his homelands once more, he tipped his muzzle to the sky and let out a howl announcing his arrival, his voice carrying clear and far through the calm air. Who's going to come running out first? he wondered as he started the walk up toward the castle, stepping happily through the soft grasses of the Starlit Plains.

"Artorias Sirius Carpathius" | "Corbin" | "Argent"