Dragoncrest Cliffs there goes the theory that an english accent makes everyone sound smart.

Artaax made no movement to deter Wildfire when she offered and immediately move to clean his wound. He actually tilted his head slightly to move his ear more within her reach, though it would have been far manlier to step away and refuse the attentions of his mother. For as much as he worshipped nomi - and I'm pretty sure I mean worship literally at this point - he still loved his gentler, more nurturing mother, and he had missed the comfort of her presence in his life more than he likely had ever shown in the time she had been stolen from him. And so he acquiesced to her motherly ministrations, even if it meant allowing himself to fall momentarily back into a more childish, needy version of himself.

Fortunately for his pride, the moment was short-lived. Artaax straightened quickly when Wildfire stepped back as though nothing had ever happened, his gaze shifting swiftly across the terrain to make sure no one had caught him. His mismatched eyes settled on his mother again as she spoke, and the vague smile shifted briefly across his muzzle to show his amusement. That level of foolishness he'd need to sink to if he actually took her up on the suggestion was not one he would agree to visit, but they moved past it quickly enough as she posed a different question to him. 

"To heda," he answered promptly, naming nomi formally in a very purposeful manner. This to him was a symbol of his worth to the pack, as both hunter and warrior. The bird was a large and formidable foe, even though it typically was no threat to a full-grown wolf. Upon closer inspection, one could likely see the sparseness in its wing feathers and the more abundant pale features that spoke of its advanced age and subsequently deteriorating health, and so one might realize that it wasn't quite as formidable a foe as Artaax would describe it to be for the rest of his days. But still. It was more than Bobby had ever done, so there.

"Though I think the meat should go to our injured," he added after a beat, thinking of ... no one, "But that's for heda to decide." His hope was that Thuringwethil would be surrounded by the entire pack in the moment he brought the bird to her and laid it at her paws, but he could accept it if that wasn't actually the case. Not like he was going to hide it in the woods until such a moment arose. ....actually, there's an idea...