Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven will be a grand piano of baked potatoes

Artaax's surprise didn't cause him to jump or even to flinch, but he did feel a jolt in his heart when he realized that he was no longer alone. He didn't lower his muzzle as she settled near him, only glanced sidelong at her with an appraising look. For as often as they'd attended pack gatherings together, it took him a moment to place her as the girl who had returned with the first search party. Her name escaped him entirely, so he settled with answering her question in lieu of a more formal introduction.

"A bird's nest," he answered, his dual-toned eyes flickering upwards again. In typical Artaax fashion, it was the only response he offered.