Wapun Meadow no diggity, no doubt

Dragomir remained right on his father's heels all the way down from Arrow Lake. Not only because this was a new place and he was overwhelmed, but because he was afraid that if he allowed even an inch of space, Vercingetorix would float away into the sky and never return. His affection ought to have been for his mother, who had been present—mostly—for the entirety of his life rather than the father who had seemingly left him for the past month, but that wasn't how it worked. He clung more fiercely to the parent who had gone, as though he believed that feeding all his love into them would make them stay.

When Vercingetorix finally stopped, Dragomir crowded close to his sire's breast. His face was still wet from the tears that had come earlier when Mahler and Ingram had loomed angrily over Vercingetorix. There was no pride in him to feel ashamed of that. Their countenances had frightened him, but not as much as the threat they posed to his father. He didn't understand it. He had not the words to ask it.

Instead he peered blearily up at his father and asked, where you go? Why?