Dragoncrest Cliffs Northern star

It was idiotic to expect her to understand. I mean, he had barely even tried to show her and had explained nothing. Still, she was blood of heda, as he was. He would always expect more from those who were dragedakru, times ten million billion for his own blood. He would not coddle her. He would not give her quarter. Blood of heda needed no such crutch.

Artaax felt his heart swell with pride so ferocious, even he was mildly startled by it, though none would ever have known it for all he showed on his face. His eyes glinted with pleasure, though otherwise he simply studied her with critical eyes. She clearly understood the unspoken lesson, though she didn’t exactly nail the look by any means. In the end, he sucked in a breath and let it go swiftly before offering his final assessment. ”Better, but needs work,” he said, ”Practice. Study your reflection in the lake and get better.” 

With that, he abandoned that lesson and crouched before her in a defensive stance. A low growl tumbled softly from his chest, not threatening but inviting. His eyes narrowed and a single ear flicked, a nonverbal command for her to bring it on.