Dragoncrest Cliffs do you know where your heart is.

Artaax does not answer any more questions, not that Thuringwethil think there are more to be had, and she watches as he evaluates the kit a second longer. She gives him his space when she takes a step back to sniff out the direction of the possible mother. The sudden shriek from Artaax’ attack pulls her attention back, watching as he gets rid of the problem, but she does not linger on him long. While he gathers himself (something she doesn’t notice, having turned off), she begins the search for the other half of the problem. If there are other kits she does not know about, cutting off their source will ensure their death but at least one has been taken care of. Thuringwethil glances over her shoulder as she leads him, pinning down the scent of the sly vixen.