Dragoncrest Cliffs deimeika, natshana, en skaifaya

His ears fell as nomi admitted to not knowing what was happening to the sky. He was not used to the older wolves around him not knowing everything, his mother especially. He sensed no anxiety from Thur though, and that was enough to keep him perfectly calm as his gaze shifted from her dark face to the sky again as more bright lights swept across it into nothingness.

Artaax fell to his haunches as Thur did, eyes pointed skyward at the same angle as hers. He might have been her doppleganger in miniature were he not painted with Dio's fur. At the sound of approaching paws, his ears perked and he turned to spy Eske. His head canted at the idea she proposed as another dose of wonder was spilled into the vat. Nomi's suggestion struck him as more reasonable, and yet he couldn't help himself as the starlight glittered in his dual-toned eyes and he whispered, "Dragons?"