Father-Son Time

Always determined to be a father first and an alpha second, Artorias had dedicated most of his time following the birth of his second litter with those rambunctious new puppies, making memories and playing and teaching them. No longer the green parents they had been the first time around, he and Briar slid right back into the role of puppy parents without missing a beat. They knew what to mostly expect and what lessons they had taken away from their first litter, and one thing Artorias wanted to continue to maintain was his family-oriented focus. That meant prioritizing his time with his new pups and his family as a whole.

Today, the sapphire blue dire wolf was making his rounds around the castle, looking to see what adventures his children were getting into today and if he could be a part of them. Roaming around outside into the dreary winter day, Art spotted a familiar black and tan form lingering around the greenhouse just outside the castle walls. With a curious tilt to his head, Artorias approached his youngest son, a little amused smile on his lips. "Trying to break in and see the plants, Solaire?" he teased his son playfully, coming up behind the little fuzzball that was an almost perfect blend of himself and Briar and nuzzling the top of the boy’s head.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"