From Fire, We Grow

Briar followed Artorias toward the Great Hall, lingering in the door frame as she watched him add a log to the fire and then move toward the head of the room with a sigh. A soft frown crossed her features as she watched her husband for a moment before following in behind him. She had known and witnessed the weight of leadership her entire life and she was no stranger to difficult situations that didn't have a clear solution, but that didn't mean she liked seeing Artorias carry that feeling on his shoulders. She knew that today wouldn't be all about heaviness and danger and she just hoped that the brighter aspects wouldn't be outweighed by the darkness. Regardless, she would be at his side–literally and figuratively–to support him and play her part in trying to guide them toward what felt like the best outcome. She took her place beside her husband as he settled into his throne with Embershard leaning against it. She waited until he had howled to call the pack together, his voice echoing around the large room, before she leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek and offer him a small smile. Despite everything, she was looking forward to having everyone gathered together. It felt like it had been so long since they had a meeting like this and it would be good to see all of the faces of the Hallows in one place again.

"Briar Carpathius"