Dragoncrest Cliffs do you know where your heart is.

Artaax takes a moment but he does determine her presence, whether or not she is around. She lifts a brow as he turns and scans the area again, indicating the direction the mother possibly had been at least once, likely recent. Her ears cup forward and she listens to their surroundings, nose twitching for anything fresh. She has not yet exposed herself and without a sound, Thuringwethil does much notice anything beyond a scent that may or may not be here in that moment. Her nose twitches and she addresses her son without turning her gaze from their surroundings.

“Kill it. Then we will find the mother,” she instructs, then slowly turns to see how the boy takes his new command.