Dragoncrest Cliffs a momentary lapse of happily

Artaax had forgotten all about his sister's recent transgressions by the time she came to find him. He actually had forgotten them in the moment Thur had acquiesced to their request to join the next search party. Since that moment, he had taken to preparing. Which is to say, he had begun attacking sticks.

Not like, little sticks. Big ones. Ones that actually were capable of putting up a fight. Kinda. When Blixen arrived, Artaax was busily attempting to rip a thick branch from a large limb that had fallen from one of the talls trees that were scattered thickly across their home. His muscles ached from the effort as he thrashed his head back and forth, but it only motivated him to work harder. It was a good work out in lieu of his usual sparring partner - @Bobby, who was off somewhere, probably following Eske around with big, cartoon hearts instead of eyes.

The young hompleia both heard and felt the branch snap loose. He grinned toothily as it gave way, not bothered that he hadn't managed to tear it off completely. He took that moment to step back and catch his breath, only then noticing that his sister was approaching.They didn't often spend any time together, but it didn't occur to him to be at all bothered by it - that was just the way it was between them. He said nothing; only glanced at her questioningly as he stood panting.