Making Moves

With the turn of the season and warmer spring days upon the southern continent, the Hallows had been abustle with activity while the wolves prepared the castle for the more seasonable weather. Briar and Lia had set to cleaning and airing out the alphas' chambers, so Artorias meandered around the halls, observing his wolves busy at work cleaning their spaces from the winter or tending to the blooming gardens out in the courtyard. A small smile touched his lips while he peered out one of the open windows to the wolves in the gardens below pruning away dead growths and excess leaves. The Hallows had truly grown into a flourishing and expansive pack whose influence was undeniable. The Aegis was beyond proud of everyone for all the work they put into their home and themselves; they were the heart and soul of the pack.

And speaking of hearts and souls, Artorias' wandering paws brought him down the hall past the room he had first occupied, the one his mother and her mate had recently left. He'd offered it to Bowen to bring her closer to the family—and to give her a fresh change of scenery after the difficult decision she had made—and judging by the open door, the young woman was hard at work making it her own space. Stepping into the familiar room, Artorias rapped his paw against the wooden door to announce his presence before fully stepping in, amber eyes falling upon the caramel cream fae he adored so much. "How's the move-in going?" he asked with his usual crooked smile as he surveyed the room. A cool ocean breeze rippled in from the open window, the faint scent of sea salt carried in around Bowen's own natural scent in the room. "Anything I can lend you a paw with? I've been exiled from my room for an indefinite time."

"Bowen & Artorias"