Dragoncrest Cliffs Un jour viendra

Artaax was settled low against the ground near the mouth of the den, watching the quiet world just outside with narrowed, gleaming eyes. He was in the mood for hunting (as usual), but had found his siblings less than interested in endulging his games so soon after being fed. This didn't usually bother him as he was often perfectly content playing on his own. But today he wanted a playmate, and so his heart trilled with excitement when he spotted one of the other pups slip away into the foliage.

The boy was silent and still for a little while, content to watch her meander as she hadn't gone far enough so as to disappear from his view. When eventually she did, Artaax was quick to follow after her, slinking along like a mountain cat in her wake. He kept enough distance so as not to bring attention to himself (at least, that was what he had intended), all the while considering how he might corner her for the attack. She was plenty distracted enough that he could probably pull off a fairly direct attack, but he didn't feel quite ready to make his move. Artaax was a fierce predator, but also a patient one. He would wait for the perfect moment to ensure his grand victory.