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

Dragomir paused in his reaching, toes flexing cat-like in mid-air as the whrrwhrrwhrr of Verx's chuckles rumbled through his tiny chest. In the days between his birth and the acquisition of his senses, these tremors through his core would be the best part of living. Milk was lovely, the warmth of his dam's tongue on his back a comfort, and wrestling blind and deaf with his equally incapacitated sibling was great fun, but for Dragomir the vibrations were the most interesting part of his world. It meant connection in a way that delighted him.

So when Vercingetorix began to speak again, Dragomir curled his paws inward and cooed softly, wagging his tiny black tail as if to acknowledge the rasped words in some way.