Dragoncrest Cliffs there's a whole kingdom that will fit right in your mouth like your own name

Artaax had remained diligent at his post for the entirely of the night. He sat still as a statue outside of the tree that housed his mother and new little siblings, his thoughts pacing great depths in his mind, though his face was just as stoic and blank as ever. He still didn't know how to feel about these new additions to his family. Upon looking at them, he had felt nothing. They were small, noisy, and useless. All he could do was just hope that they grew up fast as he doubtless had done. Then, he would make use of them. He would train them to become just as good of warriors and hunters as he and his siblings had become. Or. That he and Blixen had become. He still had work to do on Bobby...

His mind had been devoted to planning out their training from then on. He paused only when he heard movement inside, or sensed movement around them. His hackles would rise and he would look sharply to pinpoint the source. It had been a quiet night, thankfully, and so it was only when heda emerged that he stood with a gentle beat of his tail as he awaited any further instruction.

No instruction came though, at least not in the traditional sense. Artaax felt the swell of his own voice as Thur sent hers alive to greet the dawn, and then he too joined the song in short order. His song, of course, did not hold as much joy and excitement as his nomi's, but there was pride in it, and honor, and duty - his usual chorus, but this time with some measure of the deep affection he felt for his family.