Dragoncrest Cliffs i climbed to dharamsala too.

Artaax's shoulder throbbed from where he'd landed on the ground, but he ignored it completely. A giggle escaped past clenched teeth at his mother's prodding to his stomach. His eyes darted to keep up with her as she hopped away from him again and he rolled to his side, his neck still twisted awkwardly. Her tug upon the stick did help to turn him the right way as he got onto all fours.

The boy's muscles tensed quickly as he felt another tug from the other end of the stick. His giggles turned to gurgling growls as his mother tried to claim the stick for her own. It didn't occur to him in that moment how easily she could probably tear it from his teeth - he was determined not to let her have it. A competitive instinct rose up in him as he planted his front paws in the ground and tugged viciously (maybe more like.. "viciously") backwards. Even so, his tail wagged over his reared haunches at a pace that quickened each time Wildfire pulled back.