Dragoncrest Cliffs genuine’s “pony” is the best song about horseback riding i’ve ever heard

Artaax had been doing his usual - wandering the borders, peeing on things, and keeping his senses on the alert for either enemies or prey. He was still aggitated - due either to this cursed season or because he hadn't killed anything in a couple of days. Or maybe this was just his new constant state of being. He didn't know. It didn't matter. He would go on doing just what he always did - wandering the borders, peeing on things, and looking for enemies and prey.

What he found along the borders was neither of those things, though. It was just Furi. Or Mallaidh. Whatever she wanted to be called today. Knowing he was not likely to be good company, he considered moving on away from her. But then he drew a little closer, and he took in a breath, and suddenly, she was looking a little like prey to him.

The feisripa stalked forward, peering at her with a look that might've suggested he suspected she was about to burst into flames. The scent was triggering a memory, but Artaax hadn't dug it up from the depths of his cold mind yet though when he asked, "You sick?"