Arrow Lake The laws of physics? What are you, a narc?

Just kidding, he was perfectly capable of not only standing, but toddling unsteadily along. Fooled you, Vonn. He demonstrated it by finally coordinating his legs enough to ratchet his puppy bulk up, and then he sought his uncle's face with a bleary-eyed smile, seeking praise. Vercingetorix was always so delighted when he stood up like this, and Aure as well. Dragomir had come to expect praise from them. This man smelled very unlike his mom but looked very much like her, confusing his senses for a little while so that he wavered between thinking Vonn was Aure and thinking he was not. Eventually smell won out, so Dragomir was more hesitant about it, but sought his approval all the same.

With the brush of Vonn's muzzle over him, Dragomir's engine seemed to come to life; suddenly he was careening around on legs that could propel him forward, but lacked the coordination to keep his course straight. A steep turn to the left was accompanied by a giggle, then a gasp as Dragomir overcorrected and fell right over onto his right side.