Dragoncrest Cliffs Northern star

Artaax had remained rather aloof of his new siblings since their birth. Which is not to say he hadn't been present - he was ever the faithful protector, the stalwart guardian - but he didn't really interact all that much except to prod a wandering pup back in the right direction or to lift his lip in a silent snarl when a rambunctious pup stepped a toe out of line. So, when Kiwi had gone missing, the pale lion had pretty much just rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh of exasperation over what a dumb ass the toddler was. No one would ever have known he had worried for the little dragon, nor would they, unless they had taken note of the fact that Artaax had never paid the little girl much mind before, and now he was actually approaching her.

The yearling did nothing to shrink from the domineering pose he always wore as he stepped towards his... god, was this really a sister? She was so small and so temperamental and... Okay yeah, maybe this was a sister. Those were definitely two qualities that embodied the concept of sister in Artaax's head, considering who the only sister he'd ever known thus far was. Small as she was, Artaax saw reason to change his own posture to make her feel more comfortable in his presence. The boy stepped quickly forward as he came near, angling himself to place a large, alabaster paw on top of the rock Kiwi had been kicking, trapping it beneath black pads and claws dulled from near constant movement. He turned his muzzle to peer down at the young wolf then, mismatched orbs (lol) sparkling with something that could've been considered interest, though no words abandoned their safehold behind his eyes.