Playing Tour Guide

There had been plenty to keep him occupied in the wake of the recent raid and for that he was grateful. With the onset of Auster's winter most of his plants and herbs had gone dormant in the colder temperatures so his usual go to tasks to keep himself busy were few and far between. Tending to the wounds incurred during the raid had been some of the first real, practical applications of what he had learned so far and in a way it had only made him miss his father more than ever. It was a bittersweet thing to finally be able to use some of the lessons he had gotten from Gavroche when he was younger, but not be able to show him his progress. He had been sitting at the edge of the pool that surrounded the waterfall at the center of their home pondering such things when his sister approached, surprising him as he looked up and saw two Hallows wolves following her.

While he had never met Artorias personally, he had heard of him plenty from Haydée so it was pretty easy to guess who he was. The young woman at his side that seemed to be about the same age as him and Haydée was less easy to place, but the mystery was quickly resolved as Clove was introduced to him as Artorias' daughter. He dipped his head politely to both of the visiting wolves, replying, "Nice to meet you. I'm Dorian." He had never played the game of pack relations and the like, always leaving those sorts of things to his sister once she was named the heir, but he would never turn down a request from his sister so when she asked him to show Clove around the falls while she and Artorias spoke about the events of the raid he of course agreed and got to his paws to lead her through the territory.

He figured the obvious waterfall that dominated the center of the territory would be the thing she would want to see most so he tried to save that for the end, instead looping her around through some of the jungle-like trees and foliage first. "It's usually a lot more green through here and in the summer there's even some very vibrant flowers, but unfortunately none of the plants seem to like this chill very much," he explained with a little smile as they strolled through the trees. There was a loose path carved into the underbrush that he followed, but he kept an eye out for anything that might interest them that might lead them off of the path.

"Dorian"