Dragoncrest Cliffs and build a lego house.

Now that they were older, the trio were allowed out of the caverns with more lenient supervision than they were accostumed. Blixen, of course, took advantage of the situation whenever and wherever she could, stealing away to resume her investigation of their home until the inevitable time that Nomi and Mother's patience ran thin and she was ushered back to the rendevousz site. It was a process that repeated time and time again as the headstrong girl tested the limits of her parents patience.

Today was not one of those days. Instead she'd deigned to remain relatively close to the caverns, choosing instead to bask in the early summer sunlight until her attention drifted to a colorless swath of fur seated beside the glassy surface of the lake. Her over-large ears swiveled towards the apex of her skull as she lazily lifted her head from the forest floor. All manner of leafy detris lay tangled in the ragged mess of her transitioning coat, but she paid it little mind as she gathered her limbs beneath her and headed closer to get a better look.

It was Artaax. And he seemed... puzzled. Confused? Blixen's vocabulary was growing, sure, but she was still figuring out which words suited her best. She wrinkled her nose when he dipped his own towards the water and gave an audiable sniff—"Did a stinky fish wash up again?" she asked with a mischevious grin.