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

It didn't take long for his call to be answered. The male that approached struck Artaax as familiar, likely one of those who had been around for the war, though not one the feisripa had ever really known. He definitely didn't know the man's name, and it didn't appear that he recognized Artaax either. So, he dismissed the recognition and went ahead as though they were complete strangers, which was how it nearly felt anyway.

"I want my m--" Artaax started, then stopped abruptly. Had he seriously almost opened this conversation by saying "I want my mom?" What was he, a toddler? He swallowed and then started again. "I need to speak with my mother, Wildfire. I've come to take her and my sisters home."

He meant no challenge by it, a fact that he portrayed with both tone and posture. Part of his time alone had been spent reassuring himself that this was actually what his mother wanted. She had left the Cliffs in search of Bat and now that she'd found her, she was simply waiting here for an escort back to Drageda. Well, here he was.