Barrow Fields three(?) children and a (man)baby

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They'd maybe found Isilmë, I have no idea, and then Vercingetorix had turned right around and began leading them away again. Dragomir, who was dog-tired at this point, longed to ask where mom was, but held his tongue. For one thing, he didn't want to upset himself by arguing more. For another, he seemed unable to summon her title to his lips. She had left them, after all. Vercingetorix had left them at Diaspora and pursued a new life with false promises on his tongue, not once but twice, which was bad enough... but Aurë had dragged them from their beds only to leave them with someone they didn't know and no explanation, which was almost worse. Dragomir didn't know whether he preferred his father's lies to his mother's silence, but he couldn't seem to find the words to ask where Verx was taking them, or where Aurë was.

He was a fast-burning flame and his trust could be easily won back, but at the moment he was hurting, and followed along in relative silence. He stuck close to Isilmë and was grateful for Reyes' soothing company, but hung back from Vercingetorix. He still wasn't sure how to feel about everything that had happened thus far.

That's the ocean. Dragomir lifted his eyes from his paws and let them widen at the sight of the enormous lake stretching out as far as the eye could see. It had to be at least two times the size of Arrow Lake, maybe even bigger. You could kind of see where the shore wrapped around Arrow Lake, but here the beach was a straight line cutting diagonally to each horizon and melting out of sight, with no evidence that it ever ended. Woah, he exclaimed, having forgotten that he was supposed to be upset. His tail picked up a gentle wag, tapping someone's flank as he stepped forward and cupped his ears. From afar, he could hear a gentle growl, like the rush of a river but different somehow.

...And then there was another wolf there, one who looked just like Reyes, which Dragomir noted with a quiet, look the same! to the other pup as he pulled nearer to his father's hip. She was frightening, though. Her admonishing tone cowed him, even though he hadn't done anything wrong, and his tail curled between his legs in an appeasing gesture. And then out of nowhere Aurë appeared, bloodied and frenzied, taking the spotlight quite suddenly from the ruddy she-wolf who had intercepted them. Dragomir did press his shoulder against his father's leg then, turning the rest of his body away from his frantic dam. She was hurt again. Why, he wondered, was she always getting hurt all the time? Was that what she'd left them to do? Why?

He was worried, of course; he would always worry after his mother's wellbeing, especially the older he got and the more he recognized her irresponsibility for what it was. But he was upset, too, that she had left them behind just to go and get hurt again, and that upset bubbled over into anger. His eyes were cool as they rested on her, full of hurt and mistrust, but his attention was pulled back to Rosalyn by curiosity and respect both. She, of all the gathered wolves, seemed the fiercest. She reminded him a bit of Stigmata, which was oddly comforting.