That's Gonna Leave a Mark

As he tried to resuscitate Dusk, Sitri came over to offer his assistance too. Artorias glanced up at the younger wolf, but said nothing and did not impede him. He wasn't about to turn down the offer for help when it came to his daughter's life. Cleaning away her wounds revealed the depths of the damage—nothing she wouldn't have healed from, but the amount of blood she had lost was greatly worrying to her sire. Not minutes later, both Briar and Gwynevere were rushing into the room, his sister immediately launching into business mode as she gathered up her materials while Briar joined him in helping to revive Dusk. Artorias exchanged a worried look with his mate before they were ushered aside by Gwyn as she set to work on the injured Dusk. Ever the impatient worrier, as soon as he was removed from helping directly, Artorias began to pace back and forth behind Gwyn, burning amber eyes never leaving the gruesome scene of the surgery before him. Gods, his girl, his precious little girl... Silent prayers to any and every entity went out pleading for her to stay alive.

Briar broke the tense silence and asked who the stranger was. Artorias glanced up at Sitri for a brief second before returning his full attention to Dusk. "Sitri Klein, of Ashen. He found Dusk. She'd been attacked in the Wraith's Woods," Art explained in terse words. Hopefully that got the most important aspects across to her. Ashen wolf meant ally, the one who found Dusk meant he was allowed to stay for now. Gwynevere asked how long she had been unconscious for, and Artorias turned his attention to Sitri for a more clear answer. "She's been unconscious since she arrived." Only Sitri would know how long she had been out for.

"Artorias Carpathius"