Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

Artaax was not an idiot. I mean, well. Okay, kinda. But still, he knew that Wildfire's time was coming and that soon he would have new siblings. The miscarriage had been unfortunate, but he had accepted it. The news that his mother was still carrying pups even after had been unfortunate, but he had accepted that as well. All of this situation, the yearling had taken in stride, never lending his mental efforts too far one way or the other. Did he want new siblings? Was he happy for his parents? Was he pleased that the pack would be gaining these new additions that would one day make them even stronger? He didn't know. He doesn't think about things like that.

So when the pale lion of a wolf answered heda's summons, it was with neither excitement or anxiety. He was driven mostly by a mild curiousity, and of course, his overwhelming, sometimes blinding, sense of duty. You don't just ignore summons from heda, ya know. His other siblings were there already, peeking into the fallen tree that their mother had so weirdly decided to live in (srsly @Portia please teach him SOMETHING). Artaax stepped up near them, but only blinked at the newest additions to their family briefly before looking at nomi, giving her a questioning look and a cant of his head - his way of asking her if all was well. He could hear the healthy squeaks and gurgles of his newborn siblings (which were already kind of annoying, by the way) and could see the lack of tension in his mothers' frames, but still. He would accept that everything was fine when heda told him so, and then he would likely fall into guard-mode for his family until the pups were ...probably around three years old, willing they didn't attempt to usurp his role as best-offspring-ever.