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Wedding planning had been occupying most of Artorias' time as of late. There was so much that went into planning such a major and worldwide event, it boggled the mind! There was the simple thing of the guest list, not to mention deciding places of everyone during the ceremony, who would actually be in the ceremony, who would be officiating, where and when they'd hold it, how open would they allow the reception to be, and more logistics than he expected! Not to mention the supplying of food and drink to whoever might be showing up. Fortunately, every wolf in the Hallows was more than happy to help with the acquiring of resources, which just left the managing and planning aspects to himself and Briar.

Amidst taking inventory of how many casks of wine and mead the Hallows had on hand, Artorias heard the howl of a familiar voice calling from the southern border. Perking up and grateful for the distraction, the young alpha made his way out of the cellars and castle, across the plains to see two large wolves waiting for him. One he didn't recognize, black as midnight and as tall as he was with extra muscles to boast beneath silken fur that fell like an inky waterfall, but the other he recognized immediately from her royal swirling violet fur. Artorias approached and greeted Manea with a warm smile, tipping his head to both guests respectively. "Manea Mendacium, Genetrix of Elysium. Welcome back to the Hallows!" Was he showing off that he could recall even the newest of alphas? Maybe a bit. "And I'm guessing this is your husband you mentioned?"

Artorias turned his curious fiery gaze to regard Alastor as he asked his question, not frightened by the smiling wolf, but definitely surprised by his abyssal black eyes that seemed to stretch on into infinity like black holes. He'd never met a wolf with eyes like that before. He glanced back to Manea again, wondering if perhaps she would be taking him up on his offer for a tour or a vacation now.

"Artorias"