I cant be anybody else!

Across the Hallows at the northern border, Artorias had been scouring the lands with his Commander, following an all-too-familiar scent. The nice thing about raising so many ravens and having your lands right by the only way in and out of Auster was that they could see almost everyone coming and going from the continent—and it was impossible to hide a dozen wolves crossing into Auster at the same time. So the Lord of Cinder had patrolled the northern border near the Bifröst, sure enough finding the scents of more wolves he cared to count, including one he remembered well... So it seemed like Sephiran Saxe hadn't learned his lesson after all... Fucking idiot.

The call from the other end of the Hallows caught Artorias by surprise. Partly because it sounded like it was coming from the beach rather than their borders, but more so because it was a desperate call for aid. His heart sank and his fur bristled. The Lord directed his Commander to return to Hearthstone while he sprinted across Hallowed lands, massive paws and powerful legs carrying him swiftly across the plains and down to the shore. The sight that greeted him both bewildered and concerned him. Wolves, so many wolves gathered, looking scared and uncertain—displaced. They all carried the same scent that Beauregard had when he'd visited the Hallows. This as Norad.

With confusion painting his features, the alpha trotted through the group until he found the two that seemed to be directing the group—the two that smelled the most like Beauregard. Much to Artorias' concern, Beau did not seem to be here either. "Excuse me," he called out to Bellatrix and Tanelan, approaching them amidst the chaos. "I'm Artorias, alpha of the Hallows. You're Norad wolves, right?" Amber eyes, looking around at the group, tried to make sense of what he was witnessing. "What's going on? Why is everyone out here?" And most importantly... "Where is Beauregard?"

"Artorias Carpathius"