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It was readily apparent to any onlooker that Dragomir lived for praise; his paws began to tap rhythmically on the ground as Mahler bent to examine his catch and by the time the musiker was done, he was grinning uncontrollably. Ee rap, he repeated, though he hadn't the slightest clue what those words meant. Being raised with multiple languages lent his tongue a plasticity known to few, but even he couldn't wrap his mouth around such guttural sounds with ease.

Yay! he exclaimed in common, sparing a moment to prance proudly around the felled caterpillar. Gonna show mama, he explained, wishing he could also show his pa, but Vercingetorix still hadn't returned. For Dragomir, the man's broad face was becoming a fuzzy memory and he missed him more and more each day, but nothing was forthcoming regarding where Verx had gone. Dragomir was one of two who had been told, and yet it was knowledge he was incapable of sharing because he had not the language at the time to know what was being said. Alas.

Capurrrrplr? he repeated, blinking up at Mahler once more.