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

The girl relaxed shortly upon getting a better look at Artaax. Apparently she was not there to defend Bat, which was nice, but also it meant Wildfire had not placed a target on his back, which was actually a relief. Curiously, he turned his attention to the stranger, intrigued by who she had thought he was. I don't remember what the mark is called or where it is on his body.. shoulder maybe? But he almost felt it twinge at the memory of the trespasser he had killed in order to earn the mark. He had been so young, but he had not hesitated to do what he had to to protect his family.

Least, that's how he remembered it.

His thoughts were interrupted by her comment about his eyes. He felt his stomach twist in a not entirely unpleasant way and he found himself smiling one of his smiles that didn't actually show anywhere upon his face. "I kill trespassers," he said softly - his way of reassuring her that he was not one himself and that he understand completely her reaction to him. Artaax himself likely would have stopped only after the killing had been done. Dead bodies were far easier to inspect than live ones, after all.

Fortunately, he kept the rest of that commentary inside of his head. "I'm following my sister," he answered, "She abandoned us and now it seems she calls herself a Redhawk." Artaax's eyes glittered as he watched for the girl's reaction, his chest still buzzing with that inexplicable intrigue.