Redhawk Caldera you never feel the jet lag unless you're trying to fit in.

She didn't leave. Artaax surpressed a sigh as he heard her call to him. He glanced back over his shoulder at her, his brows furrowing as she asked him.. something. He blinked at her, not understanding what she'd said in her monotone voice. It came out somewhat garbled to his ears, and he was not in the practice of reading lips to help himself understand.

"What?" he asked as she came near, his head tilting slightly with wonder. She seemed perturbed, whatever she was talking about. He glanced back towards the den where the pup had rejoined her mother, wondering if this was something to do with her or something else entirely. He looked at the young female again, waiting.