Lord Of the Keep

A boyish smile flitted across his face. Despite all he had gone through, he was still a young wolf, and thoughts of castles filled him with excitement. “With pleasure” He said, getting to his own paws, and following after the blue-toned dire wolf. Moving across the beautiful meadow, and closer to the towering impressive stone beyond it.

It looked beyond the work of wolves, and was truly impressive. He wondered how many generations of Artorias’s family had lived within its walls, and how many stories it could tell. He wouldn’t let his excitement take him from politeness however, and he turned his eyes back to Artorias as the other wolf spoke. “If you would like to start with the sword, I would love to know if it has a name, and hear its story?” he suggested


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