Mud wrestling

With the changing of the season came a near total shift in the weather as well. As spring pushed out the dreary cold and wet of winter, the days became brighter and warmer, but it was also clear that the wet winter they'd just endured had also left the land a little bit... squishy. Stepping out of Hearthstone, Artorias was immediately greeted with how damp everything was. The plants in the gardens were loving it, coming into full bloom as they drank in sunlight and rainwater like gluttons at a buffet, but for him, every step he took across the grass made a saturated squelching sound, feeling the soft earth molding between his toes. Gods, Briar is going to hate all of this... he thought to himself with a bit of a smirk. As for him, he never minded getting a bit dirty. The mud was just a side effect of the weather, and it also made for an excellent challenge to fight trainings.

A lightbulb went off in the Aegis' head at that moment. Of course, fighting training and spars! Many of his pups had expressed an interest in honing their combat skills; now would be the perfect time to test their mettle. And for his youngest litter, it meant getting to wrestle each other in the mud and have the time of their lives! Grinning from ear to ear, Artorias headed outside the castle walls to find their outdoor training rings also soaked and turned into veritable mud pits. Excellent. Tipping his muzzle skyward and giving a call for his kids to assemble, Art immediately began praying to the gods that his dirt-loathing wife didn't end up killing him for what he was about to do to their children.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"