Dragoncrest Cliffs anger is the more productive cousin of fear

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After a moment, Artaax begins to settle. She doesn’t push him to talk, or respond to anything she says, but lets him come to the end on his own. She can see the little boy he’d been when she had him kill the baby fox and she frowns. While unable to determine how he really feels, he does announce something and she nods a little, taking a step closer to lift his chin. He may not like what he had done, but he had done the right thing, and she doesn’t know how else to make him feel better.

“Come on,” she whispers, leaning in and nudging his cheek. “Can you walk okay?” she asks. She doesn’t want to linger on the borders anymore, more concerned with getting Artaax away from the scene. She will soothe him as she can but it is not her skillset and without Wildfire, she can only do her best and hope she doesn’t mess them up too much.

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