Round two

The azure and obsidian form of the dire wolf strode leisurely across the lush spring grasses of southern Auster approaching the little inlet bay at the southernmost point of the continent. Artorias had not been to this place in a few years, but he had many a fond memory of the bay, its soft golden sands and its tranquil waters. The warm spring breeze wafted in from the coast, rippling through Artorias' thick fur as he approached the border of Tojo-kai, coming to a stop just before the obvious scent markers that denoted Hattori's lands. It had been quite some time since he and the Kaicho had interacted beyond simple conversation and pleasantries, but today that all ended.

Artorias recalled the raid Hattori had led on the Hallows back when he'd been the emperor consort of Ashen, back when he'd been little more than a starry-eyed yearling. Time had passed, and now that starry-eyed yearling had grown and was ready to test his mettle against the enigmatic koi wolf once more. Issuing a summoning howl requesting Hattori's presence, Art sat on his haunches at the border, waiting for his fellow alpha to appear so he could give him a friendly heads up as a courtesy; the same courtesy Ashen had shown the Hallows years prior.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"