Dragoncrest Cliffs there goes the theory that an english accent makes everyone sound smart.

The sound of approaching footsteps caused Artaax to pause his efforts. For a moment of horror, he thought that it was Rose approaching and he soooo did not want her to see him struggling like this. Shortly, though, he recognized that it was only Wildfire. If he was going to look like a fool in front of anyone, he preferred it to be her, and so he settled. He didn't smile in greeting to her, but his expression softened and his posture shifted to a welcoming one. That is, until he offered to help him, and he suddenly tensed and gave a hard shake of his head.

"I can do it..." he murmured determinedly, his ears twitching as he considered the rest of her commentary. He felt himself flush with pride at her suggestion, but again he shook his head. Hunting was his hobby - one that just happened to be of great benefit to the pack and one he happened to be naturally talented at. If he was going to serve Drageda, it would be in a different way - one he was equally, naturally talented at, but that he felt was of more value to his family. "You are Feisripa. I am a warrior."