Arrow Lake If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget

Once within the dry confines of home, Dragomir went to the back corner. No one could be sure why he preferred it back there; a small dent worried into the wall by his chewing teeth might be the culprit, but more likely it was just warmest in the back. Isilmë, by comparison, had the benefit of their mother's form curled around her to keep warm. Having grown into himself some more, Dragomir preferred to sleep with at least a few inches of space between him and everyone else; this might have explained their differences.

Aure uttered his name again on the leading edge of a whine, and Dragomir acknowledged it by pricking his ears toward her, then settled his little chin on littler forelimbs and closed his eyes to sleep.