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

Artaax didn't even see the pup as it cowered under his stare, not until Blixen pulled his wits back into his head. He blinked mismatched eyes then and refocused, quirking a confused brow at his frightened cousin before looking at his sister. He considered her offer, his angry eyes lightening to show his intrigue and the first sparks of mischief. He did have some aggression to dispel, and Blixen had always been a good punching bag.

With a roll of his shoulder, Artaax stepped away and began moving in a slow, half-circle around his sister. He glanced sidelong at her as he went. He spied Dacio still out of the corner of his eye, but other than the brief thought that maybe the kid would learn something from getting to witness this, he dismissed his presence. It was just Artaax and Blixen now. The white lion stopped and shifted his weight to face her, tensing his muscles as he slid into a ready position.