Ghost Lion Crag If you face the fear that keeps you frozen

Artaax frowned as he stared off into space, away from her as she informed him how sad it was that he lived alone now. Sad. There were worse things than sad, but he neglected to advise her of this. He was distracted by the bubble of anger that fought through his exhaustion to be heard in answer to her next question.

"they let her die," Artaax growled, thinking of the "family" he had left. His brother had known what she planned to do and had failed to stop her. Worse, he had kept it to himself so no one else could stop her either. Then there were the rest. Her wocha and cheka who had failed to protect her from herself. Protecting her was all they existed on this earth for, and they had failed. The useless fuckers had failed.

Artaax's frown deepened as his mind continued through the ranks, finding fault in each face he saw (though unable to think of their names). Except for... He scowled and looked down at his paws, inexplicably annoyed.