Dragoncrest Cliffs smile because you're the deer in the headlights.

She didn't notice them. Artaax would have breathed a sigh of relief, but he was too good a hunter to do anything that might grab her attention - including breathing too loud. Eljay shifted behind him, following along with decent enough care. They didn't need to go too far - the brush thinned just a few paces ahead and Artaax found a point where he could peer through the spindly branches at her. He narrowed his eyes to shield some of the brilliance of his irises, which he knew would stick out like a sore thumb against the muted backdrop that he otherwise blended well into. He forgot about Eljay for the moment as he watched her preening her fur, wondering what her true purpose could be in doing such a thing.