Heron Lake Plateau restore me, restore life the way it should be.

Not sure where the Niamh x Artaax thread is going so Ima be super vague :D

Artaax had taken his time approaching the Redhawks. He'd lingered in the surrounding territories, hunting and thinking and watching and waiting. The confrontation with Bat had brought too much emotion out of him. He had been so angry and so hurt, which had made him even angrier. The fact that his sister had spat in his face and betrayed Drageda was one thing, but there was a far greater threat to his emotions than that waiting on the borders of the Plateau. He had not been ready to face that yet. Not when his emotions were trying to convince him of the worst - that Wildfire had turned natrona and dragged his siblings down with her. He needed time for his logical mind to reassure him that his mother would never do that to his family. She would never do that to him. Only then could he control himself enough to face her. Only now was he ready.

The white lion strode confidently towards the Plateau while the dawn's light was just beginning to fade into day. Snow was falling again in lazy swirls that drifted around his muscled frame. He stopped a good distance away, not wanting to offend by being too near when he knew very well he was likely to offend them by reclaiming three of their members (he still had no idea who Sequoia was, so she had become nonexistant in his mind). His heart was pounding in the minutes he stood, just staring at the distant pack lands. It didn't seem to want to stop, so, he just tilted back his head and let out a low howl, calling for the Redhawks to attend him.