Until The Madness Ends

Calls for his attention were not something foreign to Artorias; as alpha, he was responsible for every soul that came across their lands and borders, and he had answered many a call from friends, enemies, and strangers alike. However, this was the first time that he had ever heard a call for him coming from the ocean. The Aegis had been in the Wildberry Grove, making sure their scent markers were fresh around the territory to ensure they had fully secured their claim over the land when his ears perked to catch the voice. He titled his head, curious eyes gazing out westward towards the sea with brows furrowed in confusion. But that didn't make any sense...? More curious than concerned, Artorias abandoned his current task and made for the western edge of the plains, eager to find out if his mind was playing tricks on him.

Crossing the verdant plains, Artorias found that there was, in fact, a wolf waiting for him there. Dressed in fur of black and gold swirls, the male was young, about as young as the alpha himself was, and stood almost a foot shorter than he did. He didn't know the wolf, but there was something familiar about him, and the lingering scent of a familiar pack on his coat tipped Art off to where he had come from. Though the scent of Fenmyre was fading, he recognized it still, and that helped put him at ease some as he approached the strange seafaring lupine. "Hello there," the Aegis greeted his visitor, noting the dour expression the brute wore and wondering if he was in need of aid or assistance. "Welcome to the Hallows, I'm Artorias, Aegis of the pack. You called for me?" He watched the stranger curiously, giving him all the opening he needed to introduce himself and explain his intentions with his pack.

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