Changes

Although still very much in the process of recovery, Artorias had resumed his place and duties as Aegis, watching over the pack and securing the castle from the madness plaguing the lands. He didn't know if things were getting better or worse, but he did know that changes were coming in the air. The world would never be the same if they survived this apocalypse—and right now that was a pretty big if. Artorias was in the middle of his morning meditation (if you could call the everlasting night "morning") when Dunkan's call came out for him. Black ears flicked up and amber eyes opened with a deep breath. The first instinct he had was immediately worrying if his wolf was okay or had been harmed by the Long Night somehow. The second instinct came when Artorias made his way from the castle gardens to where Dunkan waited for him, and he had a feeling he knew what conversation was about to take place.

"Good morning, Dunkan," he greeted his knight with a tip of his head. Artorias' paws carried him to sit before the older yet smaller wolf, regarding him with warm but curious eyes. "You look like you have something on your mind." There was no need to beat around the bush. Dunkan had always been a succinct wolf and he appreciated that about the man. Whatever Dunkan wanted to say, he would say, and their business would be conducted quickly.

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