Reaffirming the reaffirming to reaffirm

With so many of his children out in the world doing their work to help improve the Hallows' new standings with other packs, Artorias found himself with more free time than he was used to lately. The Lord of Cinder filled the gaps in between by training the newest fledglings of ravens, forging new Carpathian steel weapons and honing their existing armaments, and trainings with his knights one on one in the sparring arenas. That's where Artorias was today, out in the midday sun with Solaire, the pair of wolves practicing with the quarterstaffs in the outdoor arena. Art deftly blocked blow after blow from his son, encouraging him on and barking out directions and reminders. When the call for him came from the border, Artorias turned his attention away—only for Solaire to take a swing at him while he was distracted. Art ducked the sneak attack and swept Solaire's legs out from under him, shooting his son a playfully scolding look.

"Nice try, kiddo. Ten laps around the castle wall for that." Dropping his staff, Artorias made sure Solaire was off on his exercise before making his way to the border to greet their guest. The wolf waiting for him was one he had seen only briefly a couple of times before. As he drew nearer, the violet and slate brute carried the unmistakable scent of Elysium on him, and the white eye marking was a hallmark trait of the Mendacium family. Approaching the other dire brute with a polite nod of his head, Artorias sized him up and greeted him, "Welcome to the Hallows, Elysian wolf. I am Artorias, Lord of Cinder and alpha of this pack. What can I do for you?"

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"