Dragoncrest Cliffs The World I know

No problem! Artaax is a butt.

Artaax was silent as the stranger spoke, his expression fixed into a seemingly permanent, subtle glare. He felt himself bristling slightly as the man spoke, feeling protective and possessive of nomi as he talked of watching her grow and how his family had advised her. In his mind, Thuringwethil had been born to lead and needed no one to instruct her on how to be as impressive and skilled as she was. Cecil's words negated this, and felt as though he were trying to take some credit for how awesome the heda was, and Artaax found himself quite unappreciative of that.

"She doesn't need guidance," the boy replied in his usual, soft tones. He glanced sidelong at the dark wolf, saying nothing more.