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He rushed down the slope as fast as his legs would carry him and nearly slammed into his father's breast, had Vercingetorix not sidestepped him to stand between him and Isi and... Mahler? Dragomir pressed himself close to his sire's hind leg as he peered out around the man to see a furious Mahler, and all the excitement drained out of him. The Kapitën was a constant presence in Dragomir's life, at least in the sense that he checked in on mama often enough. He liked Mahler a lot and that angry expression was enough to make him wilt. But this was his father.

Much of what was said between them went over his head. There was still very much a barrier between young Dragomir and adults that made comprehending their more complicated conversations difficult. He understood some of it, though, particularly the part where Mahler and Ingram wanted Vercingetorix gone. He pressed himself even more firmly to Verx's leg with a whined, nooo, at his pack mates as tears—both happy ones for his father's return and confused ones for the way his pack was acting—sprang to his eyes.