Bones Again

For a while, neither wolf spoke, both of them alert while they crossed the craggy, dangerous terrain. It was only once Artorias had begun to speak that his traveling companion chimed in as well, explaining that all of Auster was like that. He hummed pensively; she must not have encountered Fenmyre then. While chunks of Auster did remain isolated, more and more activity had begun to spring up on the southern continent. A couple different bands and groups had passed through and travelers of all sorts seemed to seek out the Hallows on a semi-regular basis. Auster was beginning to flourish, no doubt in part to the two packs taking up residence there .

The violet and ebony woman asked if he'd been born in the Hallows, and Artorias nodded his head. "I was. Spent my whole life in the pack." Well, sans the one season he spent training with the Armada. "My mothers led the pack for a while, before... before Ulric took over." Artorias carefully avoided bringing up Resin's death. There was no need to dredge up that downer of a conversation. The diminutive fae mentioned not knowing his name despite his affluence, and the large dire brute gave a short laugh. "I dunno about 'notable'..." he replied with a bashful grin and folded ears. "I'm Artorias. It's a pleasure to meet you, Duchess."

They were almost across the Boneyard by now without anything dangerous surprising them; a relief, to be sure. "Do you always travel alone, Duchess?" he asked, turning curious fire opal eyes toward her again. He was more than a little surprised that a fae as pretty as her was wandering the world alone. From what he recalled, the band she'd left with had all seemed so... intimately close. Or at least she had been with its giant leader. Something must have happened to have her roam solitary for now.

"Artorias Carpathius"