Dragoncrest Cliffs live in living color

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Artaax felt the wind burst out of his lungs as he hit the ground. He moaned as he rolled onto his stomach and his ribs ached with protest. His eyes were shut tight as he focused on regaining his breath, only opening them to slits when Bobby began to excitedly share his opinion of what had just happened.

Artaax merely blinked at him for a few seconds before sucking in a deep breath and forcing himself up onto his haunches. He lifted his head to shoot another longing gaze at the kestrel, only to discover that the bird had gone. He frowned and heaved a sigh that hurt. Frowning, he looked at Bobby and shook his head to decline the new game. He was wounded - more his pride than anything physical, but it was debilitating enough to ruin his fun.

Wordlessly, Artaax stood and began walking slowly back to Hougeda, giving Bobby a quiet chuff and a twitch of his head to serve as his announcement that he was heading home. He walked gingerly, mostly because he was being an attention-seeking baby, and also because he was pouting. His mind would be running circles around his failure though, seeking a way to do better in the future so he could one day taste kestrel.