In the Weeds

Not long after his arrival to the berry-filled clearing in the midst of the brambles, Artorias heard the snapping of thin twigs under weight, head snapping in the direction of the sound to spot the approaching wolf. His eyes lit up with recognition when the svelte form of Venom appeared from the thicket, approaching on graceful white-gloved paws. A casual smirk touched the young alpha's lips as he dipped his head to the Empress of Ashen, greeting her with the respect afforded a great ruler. "Lady Venom," he spoke in rich baritones that showed how close he was to reaching maturity. No longer did he possess any juvenile or adolescent qualities, it seemed. "Would you believe me if I said I got turned around and missed my exit?" He chuckled and shook his head before explaining without the humor this time. "Theory recently came to visit the Hallows. She said she was visiting the packs across Boreas, and I thought it would be a good idea to see how everyone fared the Long Night."

Artorias snatched a pawful of ripe strawberries from the bush beside him and held them out to the regal fae, offering her some of the sweet fruits. "I'm very glad to see you're alive and well. I feared for the safety of everyone, my friends especially. I hope the rest of your pack is well too." He turned curious, but grimly guarded eyes towards her, fiery sunset eyes meeting the twilight jewels that made her own. He knew the Empress had very young children during the cataclysm and deep in his heart he prayed that they had been unharmed. The Hallows did not have any pups to fear for when the sickness came. Others were not so lucky.

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