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

expecting to feel some overwhelming sense of detachment towards the child of foreigners, the sandraudiga patriarch found himself stricken instead by the (newly) familiar impulse to purge his stomach for the lad. the supplicant attitude - aimed about his muzzle - only caused this strange suffering to build, and he began to salivate even before determining for himself if he wanted anything further to do with the boy or not.

as the dragon-child sought toothy retribution  against the anomaly that was the falling sky, the general abruptly gagged and hocked up his most recent meal into some sort of steaming marmot stew. he stared perplexedly at the scene unraveled before him, and hoped it wouldn't be like this every time he came across a cub that was dragomir's age.

stigmata wasn't terribly surprised at this sudden outcome; he could only imagine how he might react to them, given his natural disposition towards everything else, but he could not know for certain, having almost no experience in these sorts of matters himself. for in all his years as a breeder, he had never been this involved in the lives of pups so young before, so this was all experimental and in the interim he would just go through the motions instinct bade him to, rather than trying to determine the action's value right away.