Didja know it's a dojo?

Artorias planted a tender kiss on his sleeping wife’s cheek, just as he did every morning when he woke up. The Lord of Conder had always been an early riser, even as a young wolf, and his habits and routines had long been established. Lingering a moment to rub his paw gently over Briar’s pregnant belly before he slid out of bed in the early pre-dawn stillness, Artorias began to gather up his sword, preparing for his morning meditation and patrol.

He had no sooner picked up Embershard than a gentle rapping came at the bedroom door. Artorias winced and quickly glanced over to Briar, who was thankfully still asleep and tucked up in bed. Phew. Art breathed a quiet sigh and headed for the door, Corbin and Eira gliding down from their perch in the rafters to alight on his back. When Artorias opened the door, he was quite surprised to see not Mercury, not Ezra, not Sirius, but little Titus waiting for him.

"Titus!" Amber eyes blinked wide as Artorias quietly shut the doors behind him so as not to disturb his wife’s slumber. "The sun’s just rising. What are you doing up this early?" Whatever it was, it was keeping his nephew from sleep.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"