Spare a cup of sugar?

Artorias led the knights of the Hallows the short trek south from their borders and across the arid Fossil Ridge until he spied the rising emerald heights of the Lazuli Falls. He had been here before Ethne had claimed these lands some time ago, but it had been an age since he'd been to the sugar crystal caves hidden behind the azure falls that stood scenic in the distance. With a steely, resolute expression, the Lord of Cinder crossed the border into their neighboring pack, noting with surprise a change to the scent borders. He had fully expected the smell of Saga to be on Polaris' borders, but something was different. A male's scent he wasn't very familiar with was here, ringing a faint bell in his head. Had something happened to Polaris that he was unaware of?

Now more on guard than he had been when he'd been expecting this to be a friendly raid, Artorias turned his attention back to his wolves. Surely they would notice the change as well. "Whatever comes next, remember we match vigor with vigor. I do not want anyone doing permanent damage unless they respond with escalated violence. We all go home whole today, understood?" With his direction given, Artorias tipped his head and unleashed his battle howl loud and commanding over the lands. Polaris—or what had once been Polaris—would now know they were being invaded. Whether it remained friendly or not would be up to whoever responded to them. Until they showed up though, Artorias would continue his determined march towards the falls and the sugar caves within.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"