Wapun Meadow no diggity, no doubt

What was danger but a concept in bedtime stories? There was no danger in the world, not to Dragomir. The sharp nip of it on his heels wasn't an experience he was acquainted with yet. That would come someday. For now he stared stubbornly at his father and refused to listen; his tail was a whip cracking back and forth in time with Vercingetorix's and his eyes were twin fires blazing in the black hearth of his frowny face.

Coming with, he said with finality. To punctuate it, he stomped a large paw heavily on the ground. That's final, daddy-o. Except it wasn't—adults had such power over children even when the children knew what they wanted—but as far as Dragomir was concerned it was decided. Vercingetorix would need to pull the wool over his eyes to leave without him.

Which, for the sake of future threads, was easy to do and needed to happen.