Father-Son Time

Solaire’s enthusiasm and zeal for all things botanical brought a huge beaming grin to Artorias’ face while he paraded his boy around on his back. But nothing compared to watching his son go tumbling head over paws in his hurry to get inside the greenhouse for a better look at the plants. If this had been his first litter, the anxious father would have been immediately checking his boy for any injuries and making sure he was okay, but he had long since learned how bouncy and resilient puppies were, so once Solaire was up and moving again he knew the lad would be fine. When Sol made mention of the temperature difference inside the greenhouse from the cool winter air outside, Artorias chuckled and nodded. "You’re 100% right, Solaire! It’s warmer in here to keep the plants safe from the cold so they can grow and thrive," he explained as they began to walk down the rows of lush vegetation as if they were in a rainforest and not the castle grounds.

Stepping over to a half full watering can beside one of the rows of plants, Artorias lifted the metal can up in his jaws and carried it over to Solaire, setting it down beside the curious pup with a slosh of the water within. "This is how we keep the plants watered. We fill this can with water from our wells or the nearby streams and then we drizzle it over the plants like rain." Artorias lifted the can in his jaws once more and demonstrated to Solaire how to water the plants, as with a tip of his head to point the spout towards the roots and stalks of the plants, water began to cascade out like rain across the soil. After doing this to a few of the plants, Art set the can back down, not wanting to ruin Gwyn’s meticulously maintained watering schedule. "When you get bigger, you can help keep the plants from getting thirsty too if you’d like. I’m sure Aunt Gwyn would be very thankful for your help!" Looking down at his very young son, it was hard for Artorias to imagine him as a full-grown wolf one day, but he knew the time would come. Picturing his sweet Solaire traipsing up and down the rows of plants, watering can in his jaws, it brought a swell of pride to the sire's heart.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"