Thrill Of The Hunt

Down in the wine cellars, Artorias sipped at the sample of a sweet red wine the pack had been fermenting in preparation for the wedding feast. This was one of the first times his pack had manufactured wine to this scale, and it would be a true test of their abilities. The rich flavor of the fermented grapes, hinted with notes of honey and strawberries was delightful and light on the palate, and he was pleased with the results. Which was a good things because they had several full casks of the stuff finishing its process and just about ready to be consumed. He set the goblet down on the sampling table and was about to move on to taste test the white wine they'd been working on when the howl from Fern called for his attention. Well, it looked like recreational drinking would have to wait for now!

Artorias made his way back upstairs and through the halls of the castle until he emerged in the warm summer sun. Auster had become noticeably hotter as the sunny spring days drew out into the longer dog days of summer. The gardens were fragrant with the fresh scents of all the flowers, and any humidity in the air was cut away by the cool coastal breeze that rippled across the lands from the nearby ocean. Artorias didn't use the word often, but the Hallows truly felt like a paradise sometimes. He found Fern waiting for him amongst the blooms, approaching his apprentice with a small smile. "Fern," he greeted the girl with a tip of his muzzle. "You needed me for something?"

"Artorias" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"