Dragoncrest Cliffs Northern star

The girl didn't shrink away from him, which Artaax could respect. He was quite the intimidating figurehead, and she should know by now that their shared blood did not automatically mean she would be given his favor. She would have to earn it just as they all had had to. The pale lion gazed at her as she gave him a smile, slapped a paw on the ground and insisted that he play, doing nothing to hide the blatant judgment written across his way-too-condescending face. But she was a puppy, and would (presumably) ignore that face.

He quirked a brow in response to her request. She had not asked him to play, but had demanded it, regardless of how inviting her voice may have been as she'd spoken. Artaax pressed his paw down harder, smashing the rock into the ground before her. "We do not play," he said, responding in his soft low voice, "We train."