Dragoncrest Cliffs Beyond the basement

*infiltrates everything*

Artaax flopped onto his belly, bested once again but his more artful sister. He was breathless with adrenaline and smiles as he rolled onto his belly to concede the challenge. He determined then that he was worn out enough to settle down for a while, so he rolled to all fours to make his escape. He nipped affectionately at Blixen's rump as she moved away, his lips peeling back in a silent growl as he did so before turning away. He aimed now for Wildfire, his tongue happily dangling from his jaws as his eyes searched for a cozy place at his mother's side.

He had barely glimpsed such a place beside Robin before he saw Wildfire shift, and soon enough the form just past her took shape. Artaax's mind barked friend! to him as another upswing of energy swept past and the little boy pranced forward to greet him. He was a sensitive enough creature that Sirio's fear and Wildfire's concern did not go unnoticed as he came near. Her ears fell back and he slowed at his mother's side, sliding suddenly and silently down onto his belly just behind Wildfire's elbow as he dropped his chin onto the floor and watched with wide, curious eyes.