Dragoncrest Cliffs around here, it's just another saturday night.

Despite his weakened state, Atshen pressed on through the claim with determination in his stride; mustering the last of his strength to get to whatever morsel lingered at the end of the scent trail. Even though he worked with great intensity, it was evident that such effort was already taking a toll on him. His sides, hollow from the lack of food in his belly, heaved with every step he took. 

All too invested in his navigation, and not particularly caring to entertain the show of domination, Atshen ignored Artaax's attempt to deter him.