Hushed Willows i always make such expensive mistakes.

Artaax had barely settled in for the night when the shouting began. He blinked back out toward the mouth of the cave and spotted him - a murky shadow at the entrance, crying out against the storm. The sight startled him back onto all fours with hackles raised and lips peeled back in alarm. He tilted his head, trying to listen and was startled once again at what was being said. Do not cower in fear? What the hell?

"What do you want?" Artaax barked back at him, not coming any nearer. It was a testament to how unsettled the boy was that he didn't just charge at the wack job and drive him away from his shelter, though that would probably be coming shortly.