Heron Lake Plateau restore me, restore life the way it should be.

It took the Redhawk's alpha mere seconds to prove that he was just as naive and foolish as Artaax expected of him to be. He felt his annoyance rising, but tempered it with a settling breath. These common wolves had no sense of loyalty, or of consequences. They went about their lives so recklessly, so selfishly. It was sickening. Still, Artaax remained perfectly calm even as the thoughts went through his mind. He remained nuetral in his posture and simplly nodded his head.

"She's coming," he replied confidently. She'd been waiting for this. He knew it. And even if that was not the case, she owed it to them to show her face. She owed Drageda. She owed her family. She owed her son. His stomach gave a sickening clench, but he buried the feeling with all the rest of his emotions. Now was not the time.