An evening of peace

He didn’t see nearly enough of Artorias and Briar, but it was clear that he enjoyed their company immensely. He took another sip of his beer, tilting his head up to see the waning light in the sky. The temperature dropped quickly here, but the roaring bonfire would keep the worst of the chill off them. If worse came to worse, he could show Artorias the heated baths. A luary the Warlord found himself enjoying more than he expected.

The Warlord chuckled as they spoke of Zeph, and his million question. He missed the curiosity of children. Zeph was an interesting choice, but the Warlord well understood the urge to claim a lost younger creature as your own. He had taken a few wolves under his wings in his long years. “Feel free to direct any of those questions my way” he offered, before Artorias spoke of the new Armada lands. “They are a massive change from the plains, and definitely something to adjust to. But there's a lot of perks here, and not being hemmed in by other packs is definitely one of them”


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