I've got a Jar of Dirt

The man agreed and said he'd still like to share a drink with her one day, "Oh, when I said we don't have allies- we still have all-exclusive party guests." She flashed him a smile. He then went on to talk about how much he was going to miss Artisan, and all. Sparrow gave him a very dramatic eyeroll, "Damn, I guess y'all can keep him if you're that infatuated. And here I thought my lust for your blood was a strong bond." She snorted at the idea of him pissing on the other wolves here, "That's my boy," she said more to herself than to Artorias.

The man motioned for Sparrow to follow and said his mother remembered Sparrow and that she'd had wanted to see the castle. Sparrow nodded vaguely, her brain trying to connect the dots, "And here I thought they were completely different packs. Weird how much an alpha changes the vibe, huh?" She didn't have much against either of them- or anything really- but she sure as hell didn't get mother son feelings from them. Ah well, she was down to follow anyway. "Honestly, if this is a trap, you put too much effort in the foreplay apology. I'd have followed either way." She shot Artorias a look- she was joking, but left Pongolo outside. It was a good precaution, but really it was more that the feathered friend disliked anything but the sky above her. Friar, on the other hand, bounded ahead by a few paces, turning back to Artorias to see where they were heading before dashing a few more steps. Sparrow shot him a warning look. He ignored it.

Artorias opened a door and called to Artisan, saying mom was picking him up. Sparrow rolled her eyes, "Your boyfriend told me you pouted for like a week and honestly- not even a full two weeks before you go an make yourself comfy." She pretended to be disappointed but her sharp-toothed smile betrayed her. "Still planning on coming back, or should Friar reload the cart with the goods I'm trading for you?"