Dragoncrest Cliffs two hearts are left in bleeding halves

More of the pack came, and Artaax regarded them in turn with his usual stoic silence. His eyes lingered briefly on a fire-pelted female he did not recognize by sight, though her scent was somewhat familiar from encounters she'd had with Blixen and others. But after a moment, he blinked, and his bi-colored eyes found themselves back upon the heda expectantly.

Artaax pulled in a slow, steadying breath as she told them all of Wildfire's condition. She was awake, but would not be home until Winter had ended. His brows furrowed thoughtfully as he tried to determine just what that meant. He had never before experienced a Winter, so it was difficult for him to comprehend just how long that would be. He sensed the distress in nomi's tone though, and so he could only assume it was far longer than preferred. His expression fell as the information settled upon him, but he remained silent as his mind further inspected the information she had shared.