Redhawk Caldera how it got so cold that words just froze.

They slipped into silence rather comfortably, and Artaax allowed his mind to wander away from the other male's presence almost entirely. His thoughts went to Blackfeather as his gaze shifted to the East, but he was brought back to the present soon enough as he felt a bump on his shoulder. He turned his head to glance sidelong at his companion who was looking awfully calm and even sort of happy. Artaax quirked a brow at him thoughtfully. He was one of the warriors heading off to Blackfeather sometime soon, and he was awfully scrawny. What made him so content with a battle like this looming over his head? 

With little preamble, Artaax stopped quite suddenly and bowed low before his companion, snapping his teeth towards the other as his tail wagged to make his invitation clear. He wanted to see what this fellow could do, and it would likely ease some of his own tension. Come at me bro.