Progress Report

Artorias had been leading the Hallows as the Aegis for a few weeks now, and though he had gone through a lifetime of training and preparation for this role, he was still being tested almost daily. The pack was well underway with preparations for the annual Feast of Unity, things within Hallowed lands and across Auster had been peaceful, and he had made good headway into making friendly relations with Fenmyre across the continent. His ambition of a protected and unified Auster was slowly becoming a reality. But with the seemingly sudden and random occurrences of paranormal and horrific events popping up across the land, Artorias found himself being challenged in ways he could never have anticipated.

The young alpha was walking a patrol along the western edge of Hallowed lands, between the plains and the stretch of shore that ran the length of their territory. The sun was warm, but a cool coastal breeze rippled through his coat—which seemed to be growing denser by the day despite the weather—and helped keep him from getting too hot. The air was flavored with the smells of salt from the sea and grass from the plains. These patrols, which once had been for him to recuperate his lost strength, now were just a part of his routine again. Alpha or not, Artorias had a rhythm to his life he liked to maintain. It gave him balance. As he walked, Artorias wondered what his fellow alpha would think of his progress so far. Had he been meeting expectations? What did the other wolves think of his efforts so far? More importantly, what did Ulric think of the young wolf's progress so far?

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