Here on buisness

Basilisk gave Artorias an appreciative smile, understanding where the other Alpha was coming from. Of course Armada did have its warmth, its underground miasma, and the familiarity of home. But the Armada had never been one known for opening its doors. He wasn’t entirely sure about a large gathering, but nor would he deny his family attending if they wished to. His family, which stretched now across numerous packs and territories.

Artorias turned, leading him properly into his pack for the first time since he had turned up for this conversation. Something had shifted along the way, and the two wolves seemed more at ease with each other. “I don’t want to leave it too late, perhaps the end of Autumn, before Auster gets cold?” He suggested.

“The grove has an appeal, perhaps the ceremony in the grove, and the Reception inside Hearthstone? That way, if Ignita gets overwhelmed she can sneak off with a good book.” He said, voice affectionate and teasing when he spoke of his love.


"Basilisk"