The Northern Frontier

Artorias knew of Briar's dislike for the cold, hence why she had been all too eager to move in with him down in Auster. It was why he appreciated the sentiment that came with her volunteering to willingly traipse the northern lands with him for his own pleasure. Her selflessness was one of the many incredible qualities of Briar he admired and loved, and that made her the perfect queen to lead beside. The two wolves descended further into the gorge, some of the harsher winds being cut away by the shelter the pine trees and high cliff walls provided, but the valley still allowed a good bit of breeze to ripple down through it. Artorias didn't miss the way Briar shivered against the cold wind, and he was quick to press his body closer to hers, letting her lean into his side and use his warmth to soothe herself.

"I wonder how your family tolerates it all," he mused while they wandered down through a copse of cedars, his nose breathing in the strong scent of pine all around them. "Your dad and brother have their thick coats, but your poor mom... She's a lot like you in that regard." Artorias cast a little teasing smirk down at his wife, adding in with a bit of humor, "The little Zeelet that you are." Art braced himself, fully prepared for some sort of retaliation from his beloved. He knew her father's affectionate pet name for her pushed her buttons, but damn, was tweaking her in good fun too tempting to resist!

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"