From Fire, We Grow

It had been both easier and harder than he had imagined to get settled back into life in the Hallows. He hadn't expected Artorias to return him to his High Councilor position when he returned with Syanna and Aylin in tow, but he was honored that his best friend still thought so highly of him and he immediately started getting back into his old routines of patrols and hunts–with some added breaks to spend time with his wife at Syanna's insistence. He also did what he could to help Aylin with her training as well even though it felt like she was getting all the experience she could have dreamed of from the various sword wielders in the pack. Regardless, he had promised his father that he would look after his half-sister before he passed and that was exactly what he was going to do. He was in the courtyard with Aylin, going through the motions of a few practical fighting stances when he heard Art's howl ring out from the castle. His ears perked and he glanced back over his shoulder at the summons. He gave Aylin a glance and nodded for her to follow as he trotted into the castle and toward the Great Hall. When they arrived it was only Briar and Artorias waiting for them at the front of the room so he gave them both a grin before taking his seat to wait for the rest of the pack to arrive. 

"Ezra Adravendi"