Goodbye wasn't meant to be forever

Artorias’ trip up to Valta to finalize the new alliance between his and his brother-in-law’s pack had gone well. It had also afforded him a chance to see his birth lands again and check on his sister, who had admittedly taken longer to complete her work in Valta than he would have liked. But she was well, and Artorias would take all the small blessings he could get nowadays. The Lord of Cinder’s path back home led him down through old familiar territories—lands that had once been the Hallows, Abaven, and the Armada. Nostalgia was a hell of a drug and everything the wolf’s eyes landed on brought back more and more memories of a simpler time.

Bittersweet smile on his face, Artorias made his way south from the falls he had been born at to the hot springs, walking leisurely through the woods. Passing by the sulphuric pools of water, a voice calling out nearby caught his attention. But more than the voice, it was the name being called that caught Art’s attention. He hadn’t seen nor heard of Theory in years. Confusion furrowed his brows as he followed the voice, crunching through the dried autumn leaves in the underbrush until he found… wait, was that Haiku? Artorias hadn’t seen the former Abaven wolf in some time! But Haiku had been around during the fall of Abaven. Why would he be here looking for Theory?

Approaching the doppelgänger with a hint of confusion tilting his head, Artorias called out to the other male, "You won’t find Theory around here—or any of the Cavalier or Destruction wolves, I’m afraid." He stepped up closer to the wolf who matched him in size, keeping a little space between them for now so as to not panic the obviously confused stranger. "You seem lost, friend. Can I offer you some help?"

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"