Dragoncrest Cliffs do you know where your heart is.

The woods around them seemed to still for a few seconds as Artaax nudged at the detris at his paws. His eyes narrowed as he looked ahead at the spaces between the tree trunks without lifting his muzzle. As the quiet stretched on, he began to doubt his conviction that something was out there. He'd heard something, and he thought he'd smelled something. He'd definitely felt as though there were eyes on him. But maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe he was being foolish and this was just his imagination getting away from him...

Bi-colored eyes shot to the right as the faint sound of scuttling permeated the quiet. His ears perked as he crept forward, his gangly frame slung low to the ground. He moved forward about six or seven feet before pausing to scent the air again, searching for a hint of the creature that plagued him. His muscles tensed when he caught the scent again. It was not one that brought any particular animal to mind despite the odd sense of familiarity he felt. The boy listened quietly for a few more seconds before he began to creep forward again towards the spot all of his senses were now pointing, Nomi momentarily forgotten.