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Black-furred ears pulled back to his head when Sota spoke highly of Resin, how she'd given him a home where he would have been left behind in his homelands. Though Artorias loved to hear wolves praise his mother, it did create a tug of yearning in his heart. He felt like he'd only ever gotten to know half of the wonderful wolf his mother had been before she was taken from them, and the half he knew he'd known as a puppy—not exactly the keenest mind for understanding another on a deeply personal level. In a way, he envied wolves like Sota. They had gotten to know Resin more than he ever would. He just hoped that he'd do her proud and bring honor to her name and legacy. It was a lot of self-imposed pressure, but it was the only way Artorias knew how he could feel closer to her.

Sota laughed an almost musical giggle and happily began to explain his past and the life he had before the Hallows. Artorias listened with rapt attention, fascinated by the tale like a young puppy. He gazed at the diminutive wolf with a mix of shock and bewilderment. Did he just say... live in trees?! Artorias looked from Sota to some of the trees around the creek, then back to him again. Could Sota climb trees? Now this Artorias had to see! He didn't interrupt however, letting Sota continue to regale him on how his people had been raiders—a far cry from the ideals of the Hallows—and how that lifestyle never really suited him, even though he was expected to be an elite warrior. Everything Sota said amazed Artorias more and more. He wanted to learn all about these wolves that could fight and incapacitate an enemy without laying a paw on them, or how a wolf climbed a tree and navigated the canopies.

"Wow...! Sota, that's... wow!" Artorias was at a loss for words. He laughed, almost incredulous, and grinned in amazement. The wanderlust in him made the young wolf wonder if he'd ever get to see such places in his lifetime, and made his mind begin to fantasize about what other sorts of lands and cultures existed beyond Boreas and Auster. "Okay, so... how does the bowing thing come into this? Where does that fit into your culture?" he asked, then peered past Sota to a copse of trees nearly. "So are you saying that you can... climb trees?"

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