Dragoncrest Cliffs they make us war

cameo-ing also!

Much like his sister, Artaax was drawn to the call even though it had not been meant for him. He prowled silently towards the gathering, angling himself to haunt the steps of his ginger-furred sibling and then settle in beside her when she stopped to listen. His gaze shifted from Thur to Dio, skipping past Eljay even though he had been the one speaking. The wayward Blackthorn was a stranger to him, and his demeanor made him inconsequential to the Heda's eldest son (who had far too high of an opinion of himself). He was far more interested in what the pack's leaders had to say and showed it in the attention he gave to them.

Though he had his own thoughts on the matter at hand, he remained silent and watchful as the meeting continued. His heart throbbed from the mixed feelings of worry and frustration. He wanted to be one of the wolves called upon to take action, but would not voice the request. He was too obedient and dutiful to risk speaking out of turn, but still he stood a bit taller, hoping that Thur would spot him and realize he was the perfect choice for joining this scouting group.