Ghost Lion Crag don't worry about him, he's getting fired in the morning.

Artaax settled into the grooming session nicely. It took him a few minutes to admit it, but it did feel rather nice, even when she tugged a little harder than usual. He soon enough found his eyes drifting closed, as there didn't seem much else to do, and it was making him feel a bit drowsy. It made him feel something else as well - something he couldn't quite place until he was so far surorunded by it, there was no going back.

Nomi.

The feisripa sprang to life with a snarl and darted away from her. When he turned to face her again, he was bristling with anger and glaring daggers at her across the few yards he had placed between them. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded venomously, not waiting for an answer before shouting at her again, "Get out. Leave me alone, and get out of here."

How dare she remind him of.

How could she make him think.

It had almost felt like...

"Just... go..." he said again, sadness creeping into his tone and smoothing the edges, just a bit. He turned away from her as his anger fell away into anguish and began to walk back towards his cave.