Gone are the days you were there protecting me; so cold, so alone

Bowen did her best to fill in the gaps of Artorias' knowledge with what she had seen. Grimshaw was injured, soaked, and freezing. That was the extent of what she knew. The how and why were as much a mystery to her as they were to him. It mattered little though. What mattered now was saving Grim's life. Hoisting their brother up, Artorias offered his bulk for the majority of the support to Grimshaw, feeling the chill emanating off of his body and his dripping wet fur like the very chill of death clung to him. "Fucking hell, he's freezing," Art muttered under his breath while beginning the slow trek back up the shore in the direction of Hearthstone. While he appreciated Bowen's help with Grim, the fact that she was significantly smaller than the two dire wolves did mean Art had to carry the brunt of their brother's weight back up the sloping shore to the castle in the distance. There were no complaints from him though; he would have done anything for his family, and this was nothing in the grand scheme.

Grunting with the effort of hefting Grimshaw's almost dead weight up to the castle, Artorias' ears flicked to catch Grim's hoarse words. They had found him. Art gave a chuckle under his breath while Bowen echoed his thoughts aloud. "Got that right. So you'd better stay awake, y'hear?" He was mostly jesting, but a part of him was seriously dreading the worst outcome of this situation. Grim couldn't come all this way back home just to die. They had to keep him alive. It was a long and grueling walk up to the castle in the dead of night, but once the Carpathians managed to make their way past the gates and into the courtyard, Artorias knew they were home free. He hurried Grim along inside Hearthstone and then straight to the great hearth in the main hall, where the ever-burning fire was still crackling away alive as ever.

Warmth immediately washed over the wolves as Artorias helped get Grim settled down on the furs to rest and warm up. "He needs water, Bo," Artorias instructed Bowen, motioning with a gesture of his head toward the kitchens. Getting him warm and hydrated were the primary concerns, as was tending to any of his wounds. But for that, they'd need Gwyn.

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