The Tangle la mer

Artaax was restless. It was wonderful to be home and to have the drama with his family a little further behind him, but the more at ease he grew, the more she began to reappear in his mind. The number of days until their rendezvous were growing fewer and fewer, and in spite of his other R-Rated escapades, the young lion was eager to return to be reunited with his golden nymph. And only mostly because he was confident he'd get to nail her this time. Part of it, the more wholesome part, was because he actually liked her. It's that part I like to focus on, but that was not the part that was making him so antsy and restless and easily agitated.

In an effort to distract himself, Artaax put himself towards strengthening the claim his sister was attempting to make upon the Tangle. He did not AT ALL understand her desire to take this particular territory, but that didn't stop him from being the good little soldier and supporting her however needed. He just silently judged her for her life choices the entire time. Nothing new there, though.

Artaax was not anticipating anything of interest to occur during his scouting trip through the woods, and even when he sensed the presence of another of his kind, he didn't find it particularly interesting. Still, he turned his steps and struggled his way over to her, growling low to gather her attention and stop her in her tracks. But just as soon as he'd made the sound, another presence made itself known, and then Artaax was the one to freeze and turn with head and tail lifted, hackles raised, and eager wariness glinting in his mismatched eyes.