Dragoncrest Cliffs She sets the city on fire

At a month old, Artaax had begun developing his own perception of his small world. He hadn’t been exposed to very much yet, but in his eyes everything was grand and exciting. No matter how many times he encountered some type of insect near the mouth of the family den, he was never any less fascinated. On that particular occasion, he was distracted from tagging after Blixen by a grasshopper that loitered in his proximity.
 
He stumbled towards it, voicing his excited delight with a high-pitched squeal even as the small creature quickly made its escape. The boy likely would have pursed it had his mother not swept past him, capturing every bit of his attention as she beckoned her children nearer. Grinning widely, Artaax toddled after her and quickly tumbled in-between her forelimbs. He huddled near his sister, licking eagerly at the space that separated his tongue from his mom’s chin.
 
His sensitive eyes squinted against the bright outdoor light, but he thoroughly enjoyed the way the sun warmed his fur. “Maaah!” he exclaimed in an attempt to mimic the sound his sister had made, still oblivious to its meaning. As a result of his still somewhat dulled senses, he didn’t yet notice the strangers approaching.