good enough

Citadel started a little at the name given to him. He knew the Hallows, of course. He’d spent some time there when his parents had gotten married and he had been just tiny. They were family, and Basilisk had made it clear that he could trust Artorias. He wondered if news of his… actions… had made it down that way yet.

“No anymore.” He said, hitting the dirt a little harder and spraying the excess over himself by accident. And that hadn’t sounded bitter at all. He was glad for the change in conversation and dragged himself out of the hole. He grabbed the spikes and passed them down to Erik so the other wolf could plant them how he wanted to.