Verdant Basin she may have died; we're looking into it.

Her reaction made him pause in his tracks, momentarily bewildered. He apparently had made the wrong move here, for she was suddenly showing aggression instead of mutual admiration. Artaax hesitated, watching her anxiously. After a beat, he saw the invitation in her challenge, and instantly the low burn reached a fever pitch. He felt torn between the two opposite signals she was sending him, but his gut was clear with him on what signal he wanted to obey. He was just going to have to be careful about this.

Artaax's tail swayed as he bowed his head, flashing his own teeth briefly before attempting to step nearer to her. His muscles tensed as he hesitated again, his eyes sparkling with unabashed interest. This all felt so delicate, and yet it also felt playful. And hell, Artaax had no idea how to do this right, and so he gave up on that front. He moved by instinct, approaching her with his nose outstretched towards her hopefully, wanting to breathe in her scent from up close and seeing no other way to accomplish that than by just trying.