We Can Be Immortals

Visitors and strangers were nothing new to the Hallows. The sanctuary pack had become quite popular with a renowned reputation for its care and hospitality it provided to any and all. So when Artorias heard the call of an unfamiliar voice from the borders south of Hearthstone it wasn't unfamiliar, but it was unexpected. He had been sparring with his son Thorn, the two brutes practicing their swordsmanship skills out in the training yard, the metal sparring swords clattering together with each swing. The call distracted Artorias momentarily, amber gaze turning from his son to the south. It seemed Thorn had decided to take advantage of his distraction, because with a battle cry, the blue-furred lad swung for him. Art deftly ducked and dodged out of Thorn's way, pirouetting to bring the blunt edge of his sword around and up to Thorn's neck, ending their duel and claiming victory. He gave his boy a smirk before patting him on the shoulder and instructing him to continue practicing his footing while he went to tend to their guests.

Driving his sparring sword into the ground, Artorias made his way south of Hearthstone, following the well worn path in the vast grassy plains to the two figures he saw standing waiting for him. The younger, smaller of the two he did not recognize, but he was very familiar with the larger monochromatic wolf she was with—or at least, he had been. This wolf looked more like a shell of the Bellamy he had met only a couple of seasons ago. Her face was gaunt, her expression haunted and distant, and it looked like she'd lost much of the weight and muscle he remembered her having. It looked as if the very life-force had been sucked out of her. Artorias' warm expression grew dour, concern painting his features upon his approach. The Aegis hurried his steps, coming up to Bellamy and her companion, the other wolf carrying Ethne's scent letting him know that the girl was one of Bellamy's.

"Bellamy! By the gods, what happened?!" he asked, growing more concerned when he noticed the way her frail body was shaking. Fire-toned eyes moved from the fallen alpha to the small russet lass, looking to her for some elucidation to what he was seeing. "You have found the Hallows, Miss. I am Artorias, Aegis and alpha of this pack. Are you close to Bellamy? What happened to her?"

"Artorias" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"