Dragoncrest Cliffs a momentary lapse of happily

Artaax smiled at his sister's enthusiasm. He was certainly not as close with her as he was with Bobby, but there was no affection lost there. He would do and give anything for either or his siblings, just as he would for any member of his family, no matter how much they annoyed him. Robin actually pissed him off daily - numerous times a day, usually. But still he counted his dark brother to be his best friend, and Blixen followed right behind him.

Of course, he would never say these things allowed. That would be showing emotion, which he was training himself not to do for some reason only a licensed therapist would be able to sufficiently explain. Or me, if I felt like typing it all out, which I don't at the moment. Turning, Artaax focused his gaze again on the branch and the particular limb he had been trying to tear off. With a silent snarl, he leaped at it again, dug his teeth in tight, and began to tug viciously.