Live a little

The amazed look that Lia gave him when he managed to (mostly) smoothly catch the meat from midair made the young alpha chuckle to himself. Sometimes he got so used to just how he was and the changes his body had gone through that he forgot there was anything unique about him, like his thicker coat or his sharper eyes. When his fiancée's handmaiden explained why she had done what she'd done, Artorias gave a deep laugh and grinned. "That boy could devour a whole horse, I swear," he remarked with a bit of pride in his voice. There was little doubt that Zephyrus would grow to be a bird of tremendous stature with the way he grew and consumed meat. Every day he saw his pudgy little ward totter about the castle, he was reminded over and over how glad he was that he'd chosen to clean the tower room that one particular day.

While Lia explained what she was up to, Artorias quietly observed her from the side, watching the way her dainty paws moved deftly about the cooktops and amongst the pots and pans, each cooking something different. He was dead chuffed to see how far Lia had taken her passion for the culinary arts, even hearing it in her voice. And to think before she was just being used for her looks and body... If only those other wolves had known what she was capable of. "If anyone can make it so, it will be you, Idalia," he said with his signature warm smile. "Is there anything I can do to lend you a paw? Gather some ingredients, keep an eye on something, be your taste tester? I'm particularly good at that last one." The dire wolf shot an innocent, cheeky grin to the chef de cuisine. Lia had spent so much time and effort on this feast prep, he wanted to make sure she had all the support she needed, or if she needed to get out for a break that he could help keep her from burning herself out.

"Artorias"