The Heart Wants What It Wants

Artorias knew the voice of every member of the Hallows by heart, even those who mostly kept to themselves. Greed's call was not unfamiliar to him, though it was one he was surprised to hear summon him from within the castle walls. Putting down his work getting his Council Chambers set up, the Aegis headed down the corridors and out through the foyer to the courtyard where his elder wolf awaited him. While Greed hadn't been an ostentatious member of the pack, he was no less valuable to the Hallows than anyone else, and Artorias respected the senior wolf's introverted nature and desire for his privacy. The Armada wolf had given him no issue nor trouble, so he was curious as to what the summons was for.

Walking past the blooming violet fronds of the wisteria trees, Artorias followed the old cobblestone paths until he met the monochromatic wolf halfway across the gardens. He greeted Greed with a pleasant smile and a tip of his head. "Good day, Greed. I trust everything is well with you and Claire?" The younger wolf tipped his head to the side in curiosity, allowing Greed the open air to speak what was on his mind. Something told the Aegis that this wasn't a simple social call to shoot the breeze.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"