Dragoncrest Cliffs It's over when it's over

Blixen gave him a look and a retort. He smirked at her contention that she wasn't going to be mad at him, quirking a brow as if to say "oh really?" because she was always so even-tempered these days. He kept his comment to himself, however, looking after where Sirio had vanished thoughtfully. He didn't feel one way or the other about the other boy. In all honesty, he thought him a bit of a weakling and always had. Dalia was a different story, for though she was also a softer sort than the heda's own flesh and blood (lol), he found he could appreciate it in her more, for whatever reason. He didn't often question his motives when it came to who he liked and who he didn't. He'd probably have more friends if he did.

Artaax glanced back at Blixen as she whispered a question to him. His brows furrowed with thought, and he began to smirk again as he considered. "Maybe he saw a mouse and wet himself from fright," the young wolf answered, not especially kindly. It was a good thing he didn't often voice his thoughts and opinions.