not my circus not my monkeys

To say Artorias was surprised to hear the familiar voice of Theory calling from his border would have been a drastic understatement. It hadn't been very long ago that the headmistress of Abaven had been visiting the Hallows to pitch her new academy idea to him with the two sharing their own thoughts and beliefs on the betterment of the world. He hadn't been expecting her to come back this far south again for some time, but he was pleased all the same! Excusing himself from Briar's side, the Aegis was grateful for a break from all the wedding planning he'd found himself drowning in, and getting to exercise some of his alpha responsibilities would be a welcome reprieve. He headed out of the castle and across the plains to the borders where Theory had called from, spotting the dark-furred lady amidst the verdant spring green of the world with ease.

Artorias approached his fellow alpha and greeted his peer with a welcoming dip of his head. "Theory! I wasn't expecting a visit from you for some time, especially not with your school officially opening, but it's a welcome surprise all the same!" Artorias chuckled and welcomed Theory into the Hallows with an open wave of his paw. "To what do we owe the pleasure? Is running the academy so stressful you need a little getaway already?" He cracked a crooked smile to the pragmatic woman, teasing her gently as he waited for her to enlighten him on what brought the sagacious alpha of Abaven back to his door.

"Artorias"