Arrow Lake And strange thoughts that in no way occurred to anyone

And the mother continued to watch him, flight suddenly seeming rather paltry in comparison to her insatiable son. Her blackberry soon returned to her, though, huffing against her boney haunch. The silver curved the neck Drago’s father thought graceful in order to inspect whatever their child worried at. ...It was some threadbare hide, not unlike the one both whelps tussled with.

The curl didn’t leave her lips, and though Aure intended to leave him alone  ( soon! ), she couldn’t resist inching her scarred snout closer... and closer... until the edges of the hide tickled at her lips. Suppressing laughter through wavery breaths from within her breast, Aurëwen tentatively latched onto the scrap of felt and nibbled; wondering how, and if, her son would fend her off.