Bones Again

Artorias had never been to the Boneyard before. There'd been no reason to explore the desolate barrens littered with long-dead remains picked clean by scavengers and the elements. But the sylphlike fae had led him out of the maze of bamboo and in this direction, so he followed her, his larger frame dwarfing hers as they walked nearly side by side. Massive paws trudged easily over the craggy terrain, navigating it as easily as she did with her more fluid and graceful movements. Artorias wasn't scared of the Boneyard like he had been as a puppy—but it certainly didn't stop him from being creeped out by the whole vibe of this place.

The two wolves walked quickly across the terrain. Every so often, Artorias would turn his fiery gaze down to Duchess, though why he didn't quite know. It might have been to make sure they remained together and she was in his sight, but they hadn't separated since leaving the bamboo, so that didn't quite fit. "It's so quiet out here," he murmured in observation, taken aback by just how lifeless the arid land truly was. "It's like we're the only wolves out here." The misting rain continued across the land, keeping the air cool and damp, but doing little to help the water-parched ground.

"Artorias Carpathius"