No Shame in This Walk

Hearing Lia's sweet voice felt like a welcome relief to the young alpha. He had been so worried over her wellbeing and Briar's as well; not because he didn't think Briar would treat her well. Quite the opposite, in fact. He was concerned someone else would try to take advantage of her good nature when he wasn't present, but he was glad to see she was exactly as he'd left her. Briar was doing a fine job as her Mistress. Buying Lia from the slavers had been one of the best decisions the young wolf had ever made, especially when he knew the life she had now was significantly better than what he'd rescued her from.

Lia assured him that Briar would be well cared for, and Artorias gave a thoughtful hum and nodded his head. "I know you will, Lia. Thank you." Lia offered him a bowl of stew before he started his trek back to the Hallows, and Artorias tipped his head back and released a heavy sigh through barely parted lips. "That sounds heavenly. Thank you, Lia." Smiling at the promise of a good meal to help tide over his hangover until he could get home, Artorias stepped back inside the den,  settling down on one of the furs in the common space.

"How has life in the Armada been treating you, Lia? Is everyone treating you decently?" he asked while she went about preparing the food. If they weren't, he'd have no issues speaking to Sirius about making sure his wolf wasn't being mistreated behind his back.

"Artorias Carpathius"