Eager to clean - at least here

With the advent of spring coming across Auster, it was once more time for the Hallows wolves to set about cleaning up their expansive castle home. Fortunately, this year didn't see too much mess made, thanks to the supernatural autumn that had mostly replaced winter. Since everyone hadn't been kept cooped up in the castle, it was much more manageable this year. Still, when asked how his children wanted to contribute to the pack cleanup, it came as no surprise that several of them had volunteered to clean up and organize the armory. Artorias had simply sighed with defeat. What was it about restricted spaces that pups seemed to be drawn towards like moths to a flame? Regardless, Artorias agreed, and with some trepidation he allowed his pups supervised access to the armory.

With his eldest son at his side, Artorias unlatched the armory door and pushed open the heavy oak door, permitting Thorn entry to the restricted area. The excitement in Thorn was palpable, and as much as Art tried to play the stern, attentive father, he couldn't help but smile at his boy's bubbly energy and zest for life. "We're going to begin by picking up any loose tools or materials left around and putting them away," he explained to his son. "I'm going to get things off of the workbenches. You can gather up any of the cloths and rags around the room and stow them in this bucket." Artorias dropped an empty wooden bucked in the center of the armory, then looked his son in the eye with a stern gaze. "Remember, Thorn, do not touch any of the weapons." This was the only warning the boy would get.

With his instructions given, Artorias began to move from workbench to workbench, picking up any tools left about and bringing them over to an iron chest beside the forge. He stowed the hammers, tongs, and chisels back in their respective drawers, repeating this process for each of the three workbenches in the armory. Every so often he would glance over to Thorn, both checking on his son's progress and making sure he wasn't doing anything he shouldn't be. Thorn and Dusk were his biggest troublemakers, and although Thorn was usually well behaved when not around his sister, Artorias knew what antics his boy was capable of getting up to.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"