Now is the time, Now is the hour

When news of Ethyria's falling had reached the southern continent, Artorias had wasted no time in making the trip up to the western deserts to see the situation for himself. He hadn't had many interactions with the remote pack, but he had met Celeste on a couple of occasions and she had been nothing but pleasant to interact with. Besides, it was always good practice for an alpha to make an appearance at these shifts of power, if for nothing else other than political benefits. It was always good to know who would be holding power in the world and who sought to advance their positions and influence in the world.

Artorias arrived right at the tail end of the fight, the Aegis cresting a lush grassy hill amongst the arid desert to spot the two contenders vying for the position of alpha. Amber eyes roved over the two women; he didn't recognize either the pale gold and ivory fae nor the monochromatic femme. Whoever they were, they were strangers to him, which meant even more unknowns would come from the outcome of this battle. A short distance away, Artorias saw the Mendaciums and their entourage watching, Alastor seeming agitated and another young male practically foaming at the mouth to go running into the fight himself. A curious brow raised, but the Carpathian king kept himself distant from either side, merely observing the outcome without pledging support to either side. Hard to bet on a horse when you didn't know any of them in the race.

"Artorias Carpathius"