Arrow Lake and if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine

Something was happening. Dragomir wasn't blind to it; there was tension in the household and he was now old enough to feel it, even if he couldn't understand any of it. Being but a toddler, he was powerless to express it in a productive manner, and instead took to strange and out of character behaviours to convey his feelings. Most of the time he was still his usual loving and adventurous self, but sudden tantrums, an uptick in aggression while worrying at Aure's tit, more darting for the den mouth when he wasn't supposed to, and more soil chewing all marked a subtle change in Dragomir as a result of his arguing parents.

Vercingetorix's low chuff was met with a burst of excitement from his son, who veritably flew from the thicket to meet his father. Isilmë beat him to it, but he pressed in eagerly. He shrunk away from most uninvited touches, but on his terms, Dragomir could be fairly tactile, something he demonstrated by delivering several excitable licks to Vercingetorix's legs while babbling nonsense in between. All the while he attempted to push Isi away with his body, one of several possessive behaviours he'd taken up since the tension began.