Arrow Lake Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you

20-24 weeks: "Begin appearing outside of the den and playing near the entrance." All welcome, Drago is outside the den so other pack mates can also meet him!

Aurëwen continued to take her long excursions away from the thicket, and her still-suckling babes continued to flounder in her absence. It was possible Isilmë was adapting better to their mother's disappearances, but Dragomir was a different beast altogether. He grouched and wailed whenever his stomach began to rumble with hunger while she was hours away, leaving helpless sitters to deal with his tantrums, and even shoveling dirt into his mouth was proving ineffective for comfort. A lot of the time, the dark-haired pup was fit to be tied, and when he got to nurse, he did so very aggressively.

The only benefit was that Aure's lengthy departures hastened the weaning process considerably. The pups had to turn to the regurgitated meat presented by their caretakers. Dragomir had no choice but to conquer his sensitive stomach, and soon enough he was bolting down meat sludge alongside his sibling. He had just finished one such meal, courtesy of a recent visitor, and was licking his chops contently when the sound of something outside piqued his interest.

Pressing his large ears up, the pup peeped a quiet note of curiosity, then fled forward and out into the wider world beyond the thicket that served as their densite. The sound that caught his notice was actually the sound of water falling from the sky and colliding with ground and tree alike, and little Dragomir took a raindrop to the face with a wild shake of his head and an offended sneeze. Raaaaah! he yelled at the clouds just in time to for another drop to plonk down on his nose.