Arrow Lake It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is

There were new experiences to be had every day. New in this realm, at least. The vibrations that rumbled through Dragomir's core when Verx spoke to him were reminiscent of the tremble of hovercrafts as they rose from the ground and zipped through the starry space sky. He knew them from another time, another reality that he had visited, but here they did not have the same meaning. Here, he was not soaring above the rocky dunes of Mars. Here, he was a blind and deaf wolf cub formally greeting his father for the first time.

He paused in his gumming, rearing his head shakily back as his lips spread into a soundless infant laugh. The corners curled into something resembling an involuntary smile, and a bubble of saliva popped as he exhaled in a powerful gurgle. Then, like some sort of confounded viper whose sense of direction was beyond repair, he wavered and then brought his gums back down on Verx's nose and began to suckle in earnest on the edge of the man's nostril with a series of grunts.

This milk sure tasted weird.