The Duality of Wolf

Artorias smiled brightly when the fae said she’d be happy to summon her alpha for him, a wolf named Chimera who had assumed the title of king. He’d never met with a king before. A Warlord, an Empress, a Shogun, but never a King. This would be a day for firsts, it seemed! The wolf asked him for his assistance finishing her raft platform first, and Artorias, always ready to help out someone in need, slid the satchel off to the beach and trotted over to the raft pulled onto the sand. He lifted the rope as she began to feed it through the pulley system and forced it between the two wheels on a post of the raft while she pulled the rope taut between the other wheels, completing the circuit.

At the fae’s request, Artorias pushed the raft into the water, both wolves watching as it floated lazily in the water, but didn’t drift off thanks to the pulley system she’d rigged. Artorias smiled and nodded in approval. He grabbed his satchel and climbed onto the raft first to make sure it wouldn’t capsize. When it didn’t, the nameless fae joined him, taking one side of the rope in her teeth and beginning to pull, which wheeled the raft along the line and slowly across the strait. Artorias began to help her, and with two wolves pulling, the raft reached the dock on the island in no time.

The scent of other wolves had become distinctly stronger, and with it, Artorias was able to decipher a single brute’s musk amongst the perfumes of several different faes. He raised a curious brow; was Chimera the only male on an island of all ladies? Just what sort of pack was this anyway? “What did you say the name of this pack was?” he asked.

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