Dragoncrest Cliffs good lord, what would that sound like without love.

It wasn't long before nomi came up them with wanlida in tow. Artaax slowed to a stop as the pair approached, his tail waving gently to show he was pleased to see her. His lip was cut, his bottom jaw stained from the blood. Other than that, his hurts were bruises beneath his mussed, dirty fur. All of it was insignificant and inconsequential to him. He cared only to give heda their report and to learn what she made of it all. And also to see Blixen and Furi scolded for being so hot-headed and stupid.

Speaking of giving their report...

Artaax stepped a bit to the side, looking back at Blixen and Furi expectantly. He would leave it to them to explain, for he still didn't fully understand why the altercation had happened. He could've explained it from his perspective - that he came across Furi and Blixen shouting at their neighbors, calling them names, attacking one of them, etc., etc. But as little as he approved of their behavior and as much as he wanted to see them reprimanded for it, Artaax would not tell on them, nor would he paint for nomi the picture he had seen. She could come to her own conclusions based on the story they told.

Though.. he was available and willing to make corrections wherever necessary...