Finally starting to start

The call of Emile was not a sound the Aegis was used to responding to, but it was one he was glad to hear all the same. The Adravendi man had been a bit of a recluse since his father left the Hallows, so hearing that he was out and about within the pack did Artorias’ heart some good. Abandoning the work he was focused on, the sapphire and obsidian dire wolf made his way out to the courtyard. Emile’s lighter-colored form stood out easily against the lush spring plants, and Art approached with a smile on his face. "Emile," he greeted the wolf who had grown up with him in the Hallows, maneuvering to sit at the other male’s side so they could speak freely. "Is there something I can do for you, my friend?" Despite Emile’s tone of uncertainty and his shyness around his scar, Artorias did not treat Emile any differently than he would any of his other friends. He tilted his head while looking to Emile, waiting for him to enlighten him to what he needed from the Carpathian male.

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