Dragoncrest Cliffs i could defeat you if it came to a physical confrontation.

It took him a while to realize that he was not alone. A prickle along his spine of anticipation lead to his brief glance backwards to asses his stalker. He’d felt a tremor of adrenaline up until the moment he became fully aware of the fact that it was not some formidable enemy he could exact his frustrations upon, but just another god damn needy ass, useless piece of crap pup. One of Dio’s and Portia’s, which meant it wasn’t even awarded the bare amount of attention and affection that sharing blood of heda afforded his own siblings. Annoyance flooded him immediately. A snarl formed in his chest, unvoiced, and restrained completely when another joined them and her mere presence set his temper straight.

...er.

Artaax stopped then, breathed, and turned around fully to face them both. Blixen spoke while he listened, his eyes trailing to Dacio. His right ear flicked backwards as he took in her question and, carelessly, his eyes still resting unseeing on his cousin, he answered in his slow, soft voice, ”Looking for something to ruin.”