Thrill Of The Hunt

Fern's good mood is infectious, and when invited to sit with her, Artorias smiles a bit wider and graciously accepts, plonking his larger frame down near Fern's to enjoy the sunny day in the gardens. He hoped the weather would hold out like this until the wedding was over; it would be so much nicer to let everyone mingle and party amongst the gardens and plains if they wished rather than keeping everyone cooped up inside if it rained. Fern didn't take long to get to the matter at hand, something the Aegis was appreciative of, given his shortness of time as of late. Fortunately, planning and preparation for the wedding was at its tail end, and soon enough life would return to normal around the southern pack. Fern starts by buttering him up, drawing a humored chuckle from the dire wolf. "Your favorite mentor, eh? You clearly want something," he remarked with another chuckle.

Artorias listened as Fern laid out how the pack had a lack of hunters within their ranks, and the Aegis hummed in thought. It was true, they had more fighters than any other rank, and with the demand on the four they did have with the wedding feast, it had highlighted their need for more suppliers in their midst. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going, and sure enough, Fern mentioned switching from Knight to Hunter. He smirked when she promised she wouldn't shirk her duties as a fighter or give up on her sword training, but that she had ideas on how to better serve the pack. "I see," Artorias murmured, feigning pensive thought while he cast a sideways glance to the monochrome fae. "And I suppose you'll be asking me for the rank of Lead Hunter next, right?" He knew Fern had the aptitude for the role, but would she have the confidence and courage to ask for what she really wanted from him?

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