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

It seemed grabbing a quick meal was not in the cards for him that day. No sooner had he begun his hunt than he was stopping and turning to watch an incredibly good-looking but incredibly angry-looking female approaching him with a weird, yippy growl and posture that screamed ima make you dead. Artaax shifted his own posture into one that showed nuetrality, quirking a single brow over his bright orange eye at her. The display wasn't exactly alarming to him, but he was rather curious as to how he had so quickly offended this beauty.

A deep drag of air told him two things - First, he was not trespassing on claimed land as far as he could tell. Second, the was a Redhawk. His eyes narrowed at that realization. Had Bat made it back to her new pack already and told them about his threat? Was she there to defend his sister against him? How freaking stupid. He wouldn't actually harm his own blood. It was just a motivational tactic that had apparently backfired.

Or maybe she was here because the Redhawks had already been put on alert to watch out for Drageda and drive them off. Knowing who it was that would've made that warning... that stung.

"Something I can do for you," Artaax said in his usual soft monotone. He didn't strike a defensive pose against her, but he didn't need to yet. After all, if she came at him, it would've been like throwing a spaghetti noodle at a tank. Did the tank really need to prepare for that?