Leave It Up To Fate

The newcomers greeted them both with polite reverence, and the younger woman spoke first. Claire Ancora, she introduced herself as, and her mentor Greed Armada. Artorias raised a curious brow when he heard the family name of her friend. It was only up until recently that the Hallows had another member of the Armada family in its ranks, and though he didn't know much of the enigmatic once-great house, he knew enough to know respect for the Armadas. Romulus had only bolstered that respect by being a valuable member of the Hallows, and he wished the young man all the best in his journey. Claire began to explain why they were here, but stumbled and hesitated, looking over to her companion to pick up where she left off. Artorias' gaze shifted to Greed next, finding the brunt directness of the older wolf refreshing. It reminded him of his late mother in some regards; Resin had also been a cut and dry kind of individual.

So they were here to learn about the Hallows and consider joining, eh? Artorias' lips turned up at the corners in a lopsided, knowing smile. "Of course, we'd be happy to tell you more about ourselves and show you what we're all about! Come, we'll show you around some of the land while we talk." The Aegis stepped back from the border and ushered their guests in past the border with a welcoming wave of his paw. He then turned and, going to place a gentle nuzzle to Briar's cheek, started a slow stroll along the forested eastern border of Hallowed lands. By walking and talking, he'd be able to give them the information they wanted while also letting them witness everything firsthand. He was a good speaker, but even Art knew that sometimes seeing was far better than hearing.

"The Hallows is a fairly young pack compared to some of the others in Boreas. We've existed only for a couple of years, but we've grown a lot in that short time," explained Artorias while he led the way for their group. "My mother founded the pack as a sanctuary pack—a shelter for anyone who needs help. Its ideal is simple: we live in neutrality and offer that same amicability to all who come as friends. Whether it's protection, medical aid, or even just a warm meal and a bed for the night, so long as a wolf comes without ill intent, the Hallows is open to all, regardless of alignment, history, creed, or lineage. Everyone is welcome and everyone is treated equally and fairly. The idea came from my mother's lifetime of fighting and struggling. She wanted to create a safe place for her family and for anyone who wanted to live their lives in peace and without fear." Artorias turned their path to cut inwards some, walking across the rolling green hills of the plains in the direction of the sparkling ocean. Not far off the Carpathian castle sat like a monument amongst the verdant fields. "The castle is my family's home and the citadel we all live in. If you'd like to see inside, we could arrange a tour. It's quite a sight to behold!"

With the general premise of his pack laid out, Artorias turned curious glances towards Claire and Greed. He was equally as curious about the visitors to his home as they were about the Hallows. "So where are you both coming from? Have you been surviving on your own until now?" A surreptitious sample of the air didn't reveal any pack scents on either of them, so he didn't suspect they were refugees fleeing somewhere. Perhaps just loners who'd grown tired of being on their own, or sought the benefits a pack could provide? Perhaps if he knew a bit more about them, he'd have an idea of how to cater their tour to their tastes. "Were there any particulars or specific questions you'd like me to tell you about the Hallows?" He left the floor open for Claire and Greed. If either of them wanted to know anything or see anything, they were free to ask it of them.

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