Iktome Plains dead souls and a really big globe.

They were similar creatures when it came to focus.  The idolatry Artaax felt for Heda Kiwi had felt too.  There was just one significant difference - Kiwi's was not unconditional.  When Nomi had lost it, she'd turned it to the next best in her life - mom for adoration and her brother for training.  He'd become a part of her guiding force, what she lived to live up to.

It was too late when she realized that his focus wasn't the usual Artaax focus, but something else.  She tried to wheel around, but he was already upon her, and the larger male had few issues in slamming his shocked younger sister into the dirt.

She hit hard and was dazed for a second, but as her head cleared she tried desperately to untangle herself from under him, now panicked at his lashing jaws.  She hadn't believed, ever, that any of them could actually be capable of hurting her.  Well.  Wasn't she wrong?  

ARTAAX! She practically screamed it, pushing at him desperately, claws and teeth both trying to deter him.  This wasn't happening.