Dragoncrest Cliffs there is a special place in hell: it's really hip, very exclusive

just gonna... sneak this in...

The three were silent for a moment as they glanced between each other. Artaax quirked a brow at their behavior, wondering if he was interrupting something other than a hunt. He didn't have the imagination to come up with what that might be though, so he began to turn his head away from them and consider their next move on his own.

He looked back as Furi spoke, considering her words before nodding. "Turkey are slow moving, and fairly unintelligent," the hompleia agreed, "Worth the pursuit, especially if nothing else is about." There was a look upon his face that might have been a smile, but it was more in his eyes than his lips and would probably have gone unnoticed by anyone who didn't know him all that well. In spite of the determination to continue the hunt having been made, Artaax did not move to lead. He was curious to see someone else take charge, although if it was Bobby that tried to step up, he'd be quick to put an end to that nonsense.