A Pound Of Flesh

The benefit of being a pack that raised ravens was that there was always an ever-present security in the skies above the Hallowed lands. Keen avian eyes scoured the scene on the earth below from above, a jet black and stark white raven circling overhead a couple of times before darting off as soon as the fighting began. The Lord of Cinder’s faithful companions immediately sought out the alpha, swooping in like recon drones to deliver the alarming report of trespass and violence occurring in their doorstep. Artorias did not hesitate in his response. The dire wolf stormed out of the castle, racing across the gardens and out the gates of Hearthstone to bear witness to the scene unfolding.

Nelu was engaged in combat with one of the Raider children. He recognized the boy from the last time he had trespassed with his sister during the Bonfire Festival. The difference this time was that the boy came with violence as his intentions and not curiosity. He would not be met with the same gracious courtesy that he had been the last time. For now, Artorias stood on the sidelines, closely observing his son in battle. The lad had better hope that Nelu was successful in driving him away, otherwise the pup would not be walking out of this pack on his own volition.

"Artorias Carpathius"