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Artorias chuckled and rolled his eyes when Tika teased him with a mock bow. He hated when wolves treated him like he was superior just because he had a title of prestige, and even though it was done in jest, it reminded him of yet another thing he'd have to deal with for however long his reign was. She asked if he had a moment and got straight to the point. He appreciated that about his sister: she was never one to beat around the bush. Her request didn't exactly surprise him, especially not coming from her. Avantika had always put in so much effort to get to where she was, as if she had something to prove to herself. Her work ethic was admirable, but sometimes it did make Artorias wonder just what kept such a fire lit under her tail. He never saw her stop, never take breaks or time to herself. Even the most dedicated professionals needed respite before they burned themselves out.

Pursing his lips, Artorias nodded while he mulled over Tika's request for more duties around the pack. After a moment, he gave her an easy smile and motioned with a flick of his head. "Come, walk with me." He got back to his paws, waiting for Tika to join him before he started a slow pace around the western perimeter of the castle, walking the plains between their home and the sea. The salty breeze rippled through his coat, bringing a smile to the young man. He loved their home.

"Your feelings align with my ambitions, Tika. You and I both think more can be done," he began, looking back and forth between the high stone walls of the Carpathian castle and the rolling waves of the western sea. "I have plans for things I'd like restructured around the Hallows once I fully take over in the summer, but until then I think you can definitely be of more help. I'd like to have our Knights more ready and prepared to defend our home, just in case. I'd like you and Ezra to lead this training, as our Templars. Get our Knights more skilled, and finish rounding out your training as well." It was no secret that Artorias had noticed the lax nature of some of their pack mates. Peace was nice, but to have peace you had to prepare for war. The Hallows would never go into combat with another pack, but he knew the world wasn't a kind place. They would need to defend themselves should the need arise.

He stopped walking after a few moments, turning to look at Tika with a softened expression and concern in his amber eyes. "You're probably the only wolf I know who's come asking for more duties and responsibilities," he said with a chuckle. "You're one of the most hard-working members of our pack. How do you keep yourself so motivated, Tika?"

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