The Tangle court dismissed, bring in the dancing lobsters

Artaax was scowling as he walked, which should not be surprising to anyone at all. First off, he likely shouldn't have been traveling with his injury still fresh, but it was merely a flesh wound, hardly consequential. He wanted to see this territory his sister had pleaded with them all to allow her to claim, and with the new year and his highly anticipated rendezvous so near, the white wolf was feeling incredibly restless. So, here he was, in this tangled, chaotic mess of a forest he was apparently soon to call his home.

That was the second reason for his scowl.

The Tangle was absolutely not the place for one such as Artaax. He was a lion in wolf skin and this was a territory for weasels and ferrets. He struggled to get through the thick trees and soon enough found his limbs aching from the constant up and down of the rocks. If there was any redemption to be found in this awful place, it was that Artaax found it to be a challenge. He was still in his completely-hating-this phase of thinking, but eventually, he would embrace his hatred and rise to conquer the wood. keyword: eventually.

Artaax’s sigh of relief upon reaching some damn spacious ground in this hellhole was short-lived as he realized quickly he had come upon two others. He tensed, his guard raised, but recognized one of the voices after a beat. Mallaidh. And... someone else. Curious now, the pale lion padded forth and eventually came to them in a few minutes time. He recognized his friend of course (even from the front AHAAAA sex joke y’all), but not the other, in spite of having met her before. Not one to be aware of social norms, Artaax merely looked between the two of them, wordlessly inserting himself into their conversation.