Dragoncrest Cliffs smile because you're the deer in the headlights.

Was that it?

Artaax froze in his meandering, hunkering low to the ground as a scent that may have been hers slipped into his nostrils. He stood, poised like that for only a few seconds before the sound of pawsteps distracted him, and he turned to see Eljay approaching. His ears flattened as he saw the sitter's face, but only because he didn't want the manchild disrupting his hunt. Once upon a time, he had regarded the opkepa with distrust and scorn that had eventually had evolved into nonchalant disregard, which was actually quite the upgrade. These days, Eljay had some small shred of something akin to respect from the extremely difficult-to-please Drakru. It spoke volumes to Artaax that he had returned to Drageda after his stay at the Caldera, though he would never speak a word of just what it had meant to him.

All that being said, he still didn't want his hunt disrupted. "Shhh..." Artaax growled gently, gesturing with his muzzle to get Eljay to lower his body as well as his voice. Another sound stole his attention and he snapped his head forward to peer through the foliage. There was a glimmer of red in the distance, and a slight raise of his head and tilt to the left revealed a snippet of Rose's frame now sprawled out upon the forest floor just ahead. His breath caught in his throat upon the sight of her - as it did any other prey, I swear - and he had to breathe deep to steady the anxious throb of his heart.

Artaax remembered Eljay then and glanced back at the other male, giving him a look that said DUDE, be cool, okay before glancing about and beginning to prowl very silently towards a better vantage point where he could... ah... study her. For legit pack security reasons. Or something. He had forgotten what his excuse was.