Arrow Lake laughter for years untold

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Unlike the last hunt, there was no Vonn to shepherd Dragomir to a safe place on a hill. No Aurewën to gently reprimand him for being where he ought not be. There was little danger in rabbits, indeed, but she might make a breathy insistence that they still had teeth and claws that could scratch a puppy's tender skin if she was present. She was a protective mother, after all. But there was only these three gathered adults. His being there with them was validated the moment Ingram smiled at him.

Yeah! he exclaimed, having by now assumed this would be a grand show like the last hunt. He still did not comprehend the dangers. He still did not understand that Kazimir had been wounded by the very prey the wolves sought to take down; to him it had been a spectacle for the ages and had cemented his desire to be a great hunter with the pack. To be invited to join them now was a humongous honour to Dragomir.

Who, let's be honest, was going to be no help whatsoever considering he lacked both the coordination and the jaw power to do any lasting harm to any prey larger than a mouse. But he didn't need to know that.