Dragoncrest Cliffs Beyond the basement

Artaax cocked his head against the ground as he watched Sirio cry for his mother. He couldn't understand what was bothering the boy so much. Nothing about their current environment or company struck the pale pup as worth crying over - quite the opposite, actually. The only thing he could come up with was that maybe the other pup wasn't feeling good.

His ears fell slightly as sympathy glanced through him. His mother's touch was quick to dispel it, though. Artaax leaned into her touch and nipped towards her nose as she pulled away, his little tail wagging along behind him. His attention shifted to Sirio as Wildfire tucked him close. With a smile, he slithered along on the floor until he could reach out and sniffle at Sirio's flank in an effort to discern what exactly the sickness was that ailed him.