Adrift Without a Life Vest

Gwynevere had found the Aegis amongst the castle halls and alerted him of the guest resting in the infirmary. Naturally, as protector of his wolves, Artorias needed to go meet and know every wolf that crossed his borders, more so he could know all of the souls under his protection than vetting them for anything. The azure and obsidian wolf strode down the corridors with purpose, claws clicking against the stone while rounding the corner and stepping into the infirmary. The first thing he noted was the slate-furred stranger lying in one of the medical cots, Mercury close by her side. Having one of his Knights nearby to keep an eye on her did make him feel more comfortable, though he doubted any wolf that showed any signs of malicious intent would have deceived Mercury to sneak into the Hallows.

Artorias approached the two, looking first to Mercury with a nod of his head, then to the unknown female. She reeked of sea salt, betraying where they had found her. A castaway, shipwrecked or marooned? "Rest easy, you're safe here," he spoke in calm, even tones to their unexpected guest. "I'm Artorias Carpathius, alpha of the Hallows. What can we call you, miss?" He looked to Mercury next. Gwynevere hadn't shared the woman's condition with him, simply that she had been found half drowned and injured. "What's her condition, Merc? Tell me everything."

"Artorias Carpathius"