Retirement Plan and a 401K

Artorias had begun preparations for the summer bonfire celebration, honoring the pups as they came of age, and paying homage to the wolves they had lost in their lives—including his mother, the founder of their pack. It was the first time this celebration would ever be held, and Artorias was determined to make it perfect. Its significance was not lost on him. While he helped some of the others gather the lumber and deadwood to stack into a massive pile out on the plains, a call for him came from the castle, perking the dark-furred brute's ears. It was Ulric. Whatever his trusted advisor and mentor needed, it must have been important. The Adravendi patriarch didn't just call for him willy nilly unless he needed something.

Dismissing himself from the others, Artorias made his way back to the castle. Trudging through the gates, he spotted the earthen dappled wolf sitting with his lover beneath one of the wisteria trees. A little smile touched his lips as he approached the couple. He was glad to see Ulric had found a stable relationship in his life. He hadn't known the Adravendi man's former troubles, but he had bore witness to his first mate vanishing into thin air, and then his tumultuous tryst with Aranea. Eska seemed like the stability he needed in his life. "Ulric, Eska," he greeted them both, coming to sit upon his haunches before them. "What can I do for the two of you?"

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