Dragoncrest Cliffs smile because you're the deer in the headlights.

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Artaax was silent as he watched her. She was older than him, but not by a whole lot. At least, not to his not-at-all experienced eyes. Her fur reminded him of Wildfire and Blixen, though it seemed somehow more vibrant. She was thin, and tall, and fit, with eyes like cut sapphires. She was rather pretty, though what did he care about that? He narrowed his eyes, re-focusing on the real intent here: her trustworthiness. He shifted his head slightly, trying to get a better look at her face to see if he could find any deviousness upon it. And that's when she stood suddenly and he realized, she was looking right at him.

The boy's eyes widened as she began to stalk towards where he and Eljay were "hidden". Panic gripped him - he hadn't been prepared for this. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? The usually calm, collected young wolf snapped his head towards Eljay, confusion and anxiety written plainly on his face. She was coming closer. He should confront her, treat her like the untrustworthy interloper she was and get to the bottom of whether or not she was here with ill intentions. 

Instead, he turned and bolted.