Diplomacy

Calls from the border were not unfamiliar sounds in the Hallows. The sanctuary pack was a popular place, though as of late each call brought about some trepidation to its Lord. Artorias lifted his head when he heard the call summoning him to the borders; a voice he didn't recognize. Hmm... curious. Dismissing himself from playtime with his pups and wife, the Lord of Cinder headed out of the castle to go meet the stranger at their doorstep and see what it was he wanted. His ravens swooped down from the parapets along the castle walls to join him, alighting on their titanic master's back. He approached with no sword and no armor, finding no need to come to this meeting armed. No reason yet, at least.

Approaching the edges of Hallowed lands, Artorias spotted the stranger waiting for him. He was a male wolf, about a half foot shorter than he was, and stocky. He wore a monochromatic coat cut in places with noticeable scars. Similar orange eyes looked at him, and Artorias' own amber gaze analyzed the stranger as he drew closer. Pausing a couple paces away, he looked over the wolf and his canine companions, then down to the fresh kill at the wolf's paws. A gift, perhaps?

"Welcome to the Hallows, stranger," he greeted the wolf, eyes lifting to meet the other male's gaze once more. "I am Artorias Carpathius, the Lord of Cinder and alpha of these lands." Artorias waited, giving the stranger the air to speak his name, his intentions, or whatever else he chose to say, listening attentively all the while.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"