Arrow Lake I come bearing late gifts

Balaur did indeed follow, rising with a languid stretch and a rude yawn right in his sister's face. Clapping his jaws shut and laughing boyishly at her, he spun around and bounded after his mother out of the thicket, only to run smack dab into Kazimir. He skidded to a halt at the Tessarius' paws, blinked up at her, then smiled his recognition. Casmer! he acknowledged in a chirp, wriggling in place.

His attention was soon snatched by the brilliant orange fur of the fox tail with its end brushed in snowy white. His eyes, dark blues sparked with lines of yellow and green now, widened as he caught sight of it. He'd never seen anything like it. Dragomir cast a silent look over at his mother and, pending her permission, wasted no time in rushing toward the gifts that Kazimir had brought, hoping to seize the entrancing orange banner before Isilmë did.

Not without a squealed tank-oo! though.