Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm not doing that, you ghoul.

The pup didn't flinch at his display. Artaax stopped short of making any contact and froze, staring daggers down at the little boy who just glared straight back. On some level, he was pleased by this. But on another, the boy's lack of respect was deeply insulting. The white lion inched closer, the growl rumbling still from his chest as he snapped his teeth an inch or so from the boy's face. Courage was one thing, but courage without intelligence was just foolish stupidity. He had no desire for that in one of his blood either. Bobby and Blixen had enough of that for all... However many of them there were. Artaax couldn't remember.