Arrow Lake Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error

Hearing that reedy pitch brought a wan smile to her lips; never at her son’s chagrin, though, for it, or for the way he shivered all over. It was only that it brought to mind the bit of petulance she — and many wolves — had been just as suspectible to when so little. If Drago truly wished to stop and return to this later, then she was more than willing to follow suite. But for now she only encouraged, in an entreating, watchful tone, “Lá, lertalyë. Nányë sissë.”

After a moment’s consideration, she spoke up once more. “What made you come to ze lake in ze first place, balaur?” Perhaps it was some figment he’d been following, or just some inscrutable fancy. And perhaps there was another way for him to arrive to her, other than being so forcible. Thin ears fluttered listlessly, and Aure simply tipped her muzzle, awaiting her son’s reply — whatever it would be.