Dragoncrest Cliffs It's over when it's over

Blixen burst out laughing at his comment, and Artaax found his grin broadening as he chuckled gently. He gave her an innocent glance as she attempted to reproach him. He was feeling oddly playful, and it was such a nice change of pace to get to laugh with his sister rather than frown at her disapprovingly. He dipped his muzzle slightly to show his agreement with her naming Sirio a coward, resisting the urge to continue mocking the poor boy. He knew that it was wrong to have a laugh at his expense, but it seemed a fine trade off for getting a moment of fun with his sister.

He let the topic drop with Blixen's forward push of the conversation with a pair of questions - the former of which he dismissed as rhetoric. "Of course not," Artaax replied, a wry look upon his face that hinted of his lie, "I was thinking of heading down to the beach to practice hunting seagulls." He bowed backwards in a stretch, his limbs tensing briefly before he stood upright again with a shake of his pale, fluffy coat. Without further ado, he headed off along the ridge, following the path in the rocks that would lead him down to the sands and the waves of the sea. He didn't pause or even glance over his shoulder as he called out a friendly, "Come along," in his soft, strong voice - tail wagging in his wake to give away his good humor.