The clock is ticking faster, as we live

The only constant in life was change, but even that seemed to happening a bit too consistently in recent seasons for Artorias' liking. News of another pack's downfall had reached Auster, and as such the Aegis came to see if the rumors were true with his own eyes. Valhalla had not been a Hallows ally by any means, but he had had pleasant enough conversation with Ardyn and Aurielle, and he knew they were distant family to the Adravendis in his pack, so it only felt right to see what had become of them. Arriving to the stale-scented borders of the grasslands, Artorias spotted the group of wolves gathering with ease. It seemed only one contender had stepped forth to lay claim to the pack; a stranger he had never seen before. Curious. He did recognize a few of the other wolves in attendance, and some he did not. It seemed more and more changed around Boreas than he realized.

Making his way around the perimeter of Beauregard's staged arena so as not to mistake himself as a challenger, Artorias moved to position himself near Sirius. He smiled at Haydée when he glanced over at her; the girl seemed to be coming into her own as an alpha quite nicely. "Another one bites the dust, eh?" he remarked as he sat down beside his father-in-law, a bit of a cheeky smirk on his face. "I suppose there's no love lost there though." Art was keenly aware of the Armada's dislike of Valhalla, particularly between Sirius and Aurielle. Certainly the Warlord was silently celebrating inside his own mind. As for the Aegis, he simply wished to see who the next alpha would be.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"