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Artaax had taken a bit longer to arrive than he liked, having been on the far edge of Drageda doing a patrol. He moved quickly though and was relieved when the curious looks on the gathered faces told him that nothing important had yet been said that he'd missed. He strode in, peering around at those who had gathered - straightening when he spotted Rose but attempting to be nonchalant about it. He frowned when he spotted Bobby and stepped towards his brother, nipping at a dark cheek as though reprimanding him for being on time for once. That was Artaax's thing. Bobby grinned and bumped his shoulder knowingly, but they both turned their attention to the others shortly.

He knew already what this meeting would be about, simply by looking between Drageda's highest ranking wolves. He settled onto his haunches and gave the heda a dutiful nod. Artaax had agreed already to go with the party and so he did not feel any need to speak up as his sister and Furi had. Though he knew that this trip would be certain to lead his family to violence and danger, the hompleia felt relatively calm. He had complete faith that Drageda could annihiliate any enemy that stood before them. The butterflies in his stomach were beginning to flutter merely because he was anxious to get on the road.

And also, Rose was like right there.