Dragoncrest Cliffs Beyond the basement

Well, he didn't smell sick. Artaax furrowed his brow, slowly standing taller as he moved around to inspect the other boy's scent further. There was nothing unusual about his scent that could explain what was wrong with him, and he was far too busy with his physical assessment to pay any attention to the words coming out of his mouth that would have explained exactly what the problem was.

Artaax was busy licking a spot on the other boy's hip, trying to determine if he tasted sick, when Wildfire distracted him with the word "game". He bounced back immediately with a frantically wagging tail and gave his mother an eager nod. Whatever Sirio's problem was, games always made everything better. He turned to look around them, trying to find what he wanted to use as Wildfire explained to the other pup how to play. His gaze landed on Blixen and Robin who were sniffing at each other's noses a few feet away.

Artaax spun back to face Wildfire and Sirio, his eyes glinting. "Okay! I spy something... little and fuzzy! And red!" he said, forgetting entirely that he was only supposed to name one attribute of the chosen object.