I keep digging down for the deep

Artorias had spent a good bit of time wandering the Boreal continent since he'd found himself up this way more frequently as of late. Between the dissolving of Abaven, the challenge for Habari, and his family trip to the Armada, the Hallows wolf had been exceptionally active in the northern continent. Plus it made for a good excuse to finally get out and see the world like he'd always wanted to. Today the alpha wolf wandered along the edges of the seaside cliffs, gazing out across the shimmering eastern sea in the bright summer sun. A cool coastal breeze carried with it the tinge of salt and kept him cool as it tousled his fur. The sky was a picturesque cerulean with sparse fluffy white clouds dotting the endless canvas. A perfect day by all accounts.

From up ahead, a call of a wolf seeking a racing partner rang out. Black auds perked atop his head and Artorias picked up the pace, following the towering cliffs until he spotted the leggy woman down the way. From a distance, she simply looked like a lithe and lanky wolf, but upon approach, Art realized that she was a different species entirely! He'd never met a maned wolf before, but even he could tell there was something different and unique about her. "Hello there!" he called out and greeted the stranger with a smile. "I'm Artorias. Pleased to meet you! You were looking for a race?" Artorias shifted his weight back and forth on his paws, bending to stretch and limber out his back and limbs in preparation for the sporty challenge.

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