A time for change

The Warlord chuckled lightly as Artorias appeared. The blue wolf’s humour was clearly alive and well. “I would want you to feel slighted, you might not invite me to my grandkids next birthday” He teased lightly.

Art’s next question did bring them into the heart of the matter, however. He took a seat across from Artorias, setting his eyes on the other wolf. How the blue wolf had grown, from the tiny pup who had chased his Briar through the castle walls as a puppy. “I’m retiring” He said without fanfare. “I’m passing the pack on to Basilisk, and instead of breathing down his neck I’d like to know if myself and Isa could come and visit the Hallows while he find his rhythm as Alpha” He explained


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