Stretch those legs

As Aegis of the Hallows, Artorias deeply concerned himself with the wellbeing of all his wolves. Each one of them was like family to him and he treated them all as such. He cared for and loved every single one of them. But there was one wolf in particular who had a special place in his heart. Laeta had been the first wolf he'd welcomed into the pack as alpha, and the one wolf whose wellbeing and health he had become deeply invested in. From the moment she'd lost use of her legs, Art had been planning ways to accommodate her within the Hallows. Not once had he considered cutting her out as dead weight. No, Laeta was a Hallowed wolf, and he refused to let any of his wolves down. Thankfully, she'd somehow miraculously recovered use of her legs, and though she was still in the process of recovering, her physical therapy had done wonders for her, and even Gwynevere's prognosis was uplifting!

One of the things Gwyn had urged him to do to help Lae was to go on longer walks with her to let her stretch her legs, really put her muscles to use to help them build back the strength and definition to them. Laeta had already shown she could walk without assistance around Hallowed lands and neighboring territories. Today, Artorias was going to push those bounds a bit farther. He set off with Laeta from the Hallows, crossing the strip of land north through the Bifröst until they reached the southernmost points of Boreas. All the way, Art would make sure Lae wasn't tiring too quickly, giving her frequent opportunities to take short rests or drinks when they passed by a river. This would be a day of testing and building her stamina and endurance, but Artorias had no doubts Laeta would be capable of handling the walk herself.

Arriving at the southern ravine, Artorias gazed around the lush, wooded area in the gulley. Descending into it from the fjord, the male's amber eyes drifted around through the shade of the dense canopy of leaves overhead, taking in the sights. He had never been here before; he hadn't had the opportunity to with Aerie living here. Now, though, not even their scents remained to tell the world that they had been here once upon a time. "There used to be a pack living in these woods," Art explained to Laeta as they moved through the ravine. "I never got a chance to explore it before now because of that. It smells like they've been gone for a while now though."

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