Just a little bit in trouble

The Warlord grinned, and released the boy. Giving him a moment to take in the change in plans. When Artorias moved off to do so, the Warlord sat on the cobblestones. Letting his nose read the castle for a little while. Catching the scents of Hallows wolves. The familiar scent of Lia told him Briar’s handmaiden had started a garden. There was also the hustle and bustle from the wedding preparations. Lots of overlapping scents and movement as everyone worked together for the occasion.

When Artorias returned to him, the Warlord opened his eyes, climbing back to his paws. “Let's head to the groove first. We can start our drinking there.” He suggested, making his way back out the familiar courtyard. “From there, wherever we please. But I’m thinking of a sword fighting lesson and a rematch.” He grinned a little cheekily at Artorias. Knowing he would remember the same event as the Warlord. This time, instead of the Warlord being mad with grief and working Artorias into a frenzy, they would be too old friends and alphas having some fun with sharp pointy things and alcohol.

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