Welcome to the Circus

The call that laid down the gauntlet for Recluse had drawn quite a crowd to the spectacle, and Artorias was no exception. The Hallows alpha had heard the call from the close proximity of the Armada’s lands and decided this would be a good opportunity to teach Zephyrus some more nuances of wolf culture. He knew his avian ward had many questions about lupine behavior and mannerisms and was ravenous to learn all he could about his adoptive family, so with a bit of convincing to his mate, Artorias gathered up his no longer small son and led the way out to the battlefield to watch the event unfold.

They arrived late to the party, cresting a hill just as Recluse was initiating the fight with a wolf the Aegis didn’t recognize. Fortunately they hadn’t missed too much yet. Keen amber eyes scanned the crowd, seeing the clear divide between sides drawn with a few lingering in the center—neutral parties. He recognized Hattori and Wren in the neutral category, but none of the others supporting Recluse’s challenger. He did however know Recluse, if only a bit from their initial meeting, and he saw Azure planted firmly in the alabaster woman’s corner, looking positively dressed for murder. Knowing of Recluse’s ties to his friends in Ashen, it didn’t take long for the Hallows alpha to know where he stood.

"Follow me, and stick close. Do exactly as I tell you," the sapphire and onyx wolf told his giant ward and led the way across the plains to Recluse’s side of supporters. Judging by the scents of many of the younger wolves, he reasoned that these must be the alphess’ children. Artorias moved to sit near Azure, not quite next to the other dire, but close enough to show his support to his brother-in-law and silent favor for Habari’s Seraphim. "Azure," he greeted his Fatalis kin with a tip of his head, then settled in to watch the fight and answer any questions Zephyr had.

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