Dragoncrest Cliffs being around angry people relaxes me because i know where i stand.

At first, she thinks he’s going to ignore her, but he turns to give her a stiff greeting. Not that she would call that a greeting, really. More like a notion of acknowledgment. He is Heda’s son, blood or not.
 
“May I join you?” she asks once she clears her throat, proper and professional. Prior to Drageda, she’s always known where she stands among other wolves. A leader to warriors but not a pack and Artaax’s lack of expression is rather off putting and she has to play her cards delicately and expect to lose.