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Learning to take the reins from Ulric was a full time job in and of itself. The young heir now turned de facto alpha had a lot of adjusting to to, but thankfully Ulric would help him in the next couple of seasons adjust to what it meant to be the Aegis of the Hallows. Between his new leadership role, his injuries and defeat at the paws of Oxx, and the emotional rollercoaster of having Bowen home and Rudyard's recovery from a coma, Artorias had a lot to inherit in his new administration. None of it was more important than his family, however. If he wasn't spending time with one of his siblings, he was busying himself doing something around the castle in preparations for the feast, or taking excursions with Bowen to help build his strength back up. Recovery was steady, and already Artorias was beginning to look more like his former self—save for a set of new scars on the back of his neck.

Artorias was moving some supplies around the armory for Ezra and Avantika. He was planning on talking to the two Templars about things he wished to be done around the pack when a call from his sister in question rang out for him. Artorias perked his head up and set aside the armors he'd pulled from storage to clean up, making his way out of the castle and leisurely across the open fields to where Tika had called for him. He hadn't seen his sister much since he'd been in the Armada training, and when he returned to find the calamity within his family, so it would be nice to reconnect with his littler sister.

He spotted her just beyond the castle walls, not too far from the bastion. Approaching with a warm smile on his face, Artorias would go to greet his sister with an affectionate nuzzle before resting back on his haunches in the warm sun and cool coastal breeze. "Hello, Templar! You called for me?" He gave her a little teasing smirk, already so proud of his sister for achieving such a high rank in the pack all on her own merit.

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