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The shock on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes told Artorias everything he needed to know. His sister had been struggling with these feelings for some time and she needed validation in herself that what she was doing was worthwhile. How long had it been since she'd heard a compliment from someone in charge, he wondered? Ulric was an exceptionally busy man, did that mean he had lost touch with the other wolves of the pack? Artorias made a mental note to do his best to remain on top of that as Aegis. His wolves would never feel ostracized or unworthy. Every wolf he deigned Hallowed would know why they were among his family.

He wanted to reach out to hug Tika, but he also didn't want to feel like he was babying her or demeaning her. They were both very close to adulthood, and she could reach out to him if she desired. That was the type of leader he wanted to be: inspirational and available. To his question, Avantika mentioned the new pack that had formed across the continent on the eastern coast of Auster. Artorias hummed thoughtfully and nodded his head. Yes, he knew of Fenmyre. He'd visited briefly for the exact same reasons Tika was mentioning them now. Though his trip there and his audience with their king had turned into something far more unexpected and enlightening than he'd bargained for.

"That would be Fenmyre," he said, his voice neutral and level. "I went there not too long ago to meet with their alpha. His name is Chimera. He's a... down to earth and direct wolf. Curt, but honest." He didn't exactly like the idea of sending his sister off to go entreat with a wolf he only barely knew—especially not when he had glimpsed the world Chimera's pack catered to. He had a dark streak he liked to indulge, but Avantika...? Dammit, but how could he refuse her when all she wanted to do was be helpful? Artorias pursed his lips, considering his options for a few moments. "I think it would be a good idea to show Fenmyre that we're open to the notion of an alliance." He gave Avantika a curious glance. "How would you like to go on a little trip, Templar Tika? Bring a few bottles of our wine from the cellar as a gift. Go speak to Chimera. Drop my name, let him know that if he desires, we're open to talks of an alliance. Get a look around and a feel for the pack, then report back with what they say and what you find." It wasn't a difficult task, but it was something she had suggested, and so he would let her do what she wanted to for the Hallows.

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