Dragoncrest Cliffs It's over when it's over

just gonna scoot Sirio on out ;)

Artaax hadn't spent too much time with his sister since returning to Drageda. Truth be told, she was a little temperamental and angry for him to feel compelled to seek her out regularly. It didn't mean he didn't love her, just that he had more important things to do than deal with her drama. At the end of the day, however, she was his sister, and he loved her in spite of how often he disagreed with the way she behaved herself in emotionally charged situations.

And so, the pale young wolf trekked near-silently along in her footsteps. His nose was to the ground as he moved, smoothly gliding across the forest floor like a duck across water or a bird through the sky - the latter being the far prettier metaphor, though it was the former he so often was conscious of trying to emulate. His ears perked when he heard her voice, and he lifted his head finally as he began to follow sound rather than scent. He arrived as Sirio departed with a shy, anxious frown, stepping to Blixen's side upon quiet paws.

"I'm guessing he did not want to confess his crimes to you," Artaax said in his soft voice, glancing sidelong as his sister with amusement glimmering in his eyes.