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The call from his borders was not an unfamiliar sound as of late to young Artorias. It seemed more and more wolves were making their way back into the world at the passing of the Long Night, seeking shelter, aid, and a place to call home—all things the Hallows provided. What did come as a surprise was the only vaguely familiar lilt the call carried. It was a stranger's voice, but not one wholly unfamiliar to the yearling alpha. Curiosity piqued, Artorias made his way from the castle through the gardened courtyard and out the gates, setting across the plains in the direction of the call. The stranger was easy to spot against the verdant terrain of lush grasses and vivacious trees, yet as he drew nearer, he realized that this wasn't a stranger at all. He recognized this wolf from the brief meeting they'd shared back at the onset of the calamity. He also remembered how she'd been one of the ones that had ignored his and Ulric's attempts at diplomacy nearly a year ago. Moreso, he remembered her name.

"Theory, alpha of Abaven. You're a long ways from home," he greeted her cordially, voice cool and even, as he approached and came to a seated stop a few feet from his guest. It was quite a surprise for anyone to make the trek from one end of the world to the other. Artorias knew that once upon a time their packs had been on friendly terms—but that had been when his mother was still alive. Times had changed. "What brings an esteemed guest all the way to the Hallows?" A curious tilt of his head, and then Artorias waited to hear Theory's business with him.

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