Just a little bit in trouble

Sirius made the suggestion of heading to the Wildberry Grove first for some drinking, then whatever their hearts desired. Artorias responded with an eager smile and nod, a trot in his step as he followed his godfather out of the castle courtyard and through the gates, bearing northward towards the dense grove on the other side of the plains. "Sounds like a plan!" he remarked, laughing when Sirius mentioned getting a sword fighting lesson, then flinched some when he brought up a rematch for the last time they'd fought with blades—the time he'd nearly killed the Warlord in an enraged fury. He was suddenly very glad he hadn't grabbed any edged blades and instead opted for the sparring swords. That would've been awkward to explain to Briar if he and her father came home covered in cuts or missing limbs! "Heh, well, maybe we take it a bit easier than the last time. I'm pretty sure Briar wants us both intact for the wedding so you can walk her down the aisle and I can be standing at the alter on all four of my paws."

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