Sweet, Sour, And Bitter

Artorias was surprised to hear that Duchess had been born in southern Auster. He'd never met a true Austerian wolf before now, and for a while, he'd just assumed no wolves had resided in Auster prior to his family's move down to the southern continent. It was a silly thing to think now that he reflected on it, but Duchess still had the honor of being the first true Austerian wolf he'd ever met. The giant brute watched the petite fae stretch her limber body up a tree to snag a few white grapes with her claws, popping one into her mouth before offering him one. Artorias graciously dipped his muzzle to carefully take one of the grapes from the end of her claw, sharp fangs gripping the delicate fruit as he extracted it away with a flick of his tongue. The white grape was sweeter and reminded him of the white wines his pack produced.

While Duchess explained that most of Auster was this way—quiet and isolated—Artorias slowly began to realize that this was why his mother had chosen to move the pack down here. The solitude, the tranquility, it was what she'd wanted for her family and the Hallows. Still blissfully ignorant of what Duchess had in her mind, Artorias reached up above them and snatched down a bunch of ripe grapes above his head, tasting a couple of the sweet fruits before offering some of the harder to reach berries to Duchess. Sometimes being so incredibly big had its perks. "I like it. It feels more peaceful and intimate than some of the more crowded lands in Boreas." He turned fiery amber eyes back to the pretty little fae at his side, giving her a crooked smile. "So I bet you know all the secret areas and hideaways around here, huh?"

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