There's No Place Like Home

Artorias felt Fern's body tense up as he hoisted her onto his back, then relax when the trip began. A glance back over his shoulder confirmed that she had either fallen asleep or passed out, the monochrome fae now unconscious across his back. Panic clutched at his heart, but when he noticed that she was still breathing he began to relax a little more. He moved swiftly across the plains, leading Kione into his lands while he hurried to get Fern the medical attention she desperately needed. Kione's remark about needing tending to by the prettiest doctor made the brute scoff and roll his eyes. There were only two physicians in the pack currently, and with one of them being his sister, there was no way he was letting Gwyn near the horn dog. Syanna would be feisty enough to handle him though, and she was easy on the eyes with her rare colorations. "I'll be sure to have Syanna look you over anyway," he quipped back. "Consider it a courtesy service, just to make sure you're okay." Without another word, Artorias hurried back to the castle to bring Fern to the infirmary. Time was of the essence, and he was not going to lose another wolf.

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