Wapun Meadow no diggity, no doubt

A cooler place to live? Dragomir swung his muzzle back over his shoulder and peered back up at the mountain. He had never known anything but Diaspora's territory, but even so, he couldn't imagine a better place to live. He liked the wolves there. He liked the thicket, but he liked the pack's bedding grounds more. He liked the lake and he liked the place where the water spilled down from the sky. Comparatively, this meadow they were in now was boring, he decided as he panned his vision back across it. Lots of flowers and not much else. Could there be anywhere more cool than Arrow Lake?

I like here, he said, frowning. Here is good friends and safe. Well, maybe not for Vercingetorix if Mahler's reaction was anything to go by, but Dragomir didn't quite understand that Verx wasn't coming home now. Mahler would forgive him and they would make up and everything would be right again, he was sure of it. He looked sidelong at Isi and his brows contracted. Yes. Don't like.

Vercingetorix wanted to change the subject to them, but Dragomir was resolute in wanting to understand why his father had gone. So he fixed his sire with a sharper expression and asked, why? Why did they need somewhere else to live? What was wrong with the mountain? Why hadn't he taken them with him?