Aegis' and Warlord's

Artorias gave an appreciative nod to Sirius' vow of supplies in order to care for Iolaire. The Hallows and the Armada had always been closest of friends and allies and that wasn't going to change anytime soon so long as Art was leading the pack. "If it's any consolation, she must still have some sort of survival instinct to have kept herself alive this long, even with thinking we're all dead," he rationalized. "If she didn't, she wouldn't be alive right now. She'd already be dead herself." It was a small comfort, but knowing that Iolaire was alive meant that some part of her was still fighting to survive in the aftermath of madness. "I think what she needs most right now is stability and purpose. I get the feeling that being around family helps keep her grounded, so hopefully the more time she spends here, the better she'll be. You're always more than welcome to visit whenever you like, you know. I'm sure your presence will help heal her mind also." Artorias gave the older wolf a little smile. The Hallows' border was always open to the Armada—and especially the Fatalises.

On that note, another question came up in Artorias' mind. "So how's Azure taking to leadership?" he asked. It had been a season since he'd seen Sirius' son at the gathering of alphas at the onset of the Long Night. He didn't know Azure well, but he'd seemed... capable. "Clearly well enough for you to come take a vacation in tropical Auster and not worry about the pack burning down, at least." Artorias snickered, but was genuinely curious. Someday, Sirius would need to pass his mantle down to either Mortis or Azure. Artorias would need to know who he would be working with when that day did finally come.

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