Whitefish River the hamiltons move uptown

Just as Dragomir began to panic, so too did his daddy, albeit at a much lower level. His ears pinned back at the boy's shriek, his head shaking, no, no, no -- It's okay, it's okay, Verx assured him, relaxing his posture to look as non-threatening as possible. Shhhh, I'm sorry, Drago -- shhh. . .I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

It wasn't Sanguinus. But for the case of this conversation, and likely future conversations, it would have to be. And in the meantime, perhaps he would go and talk to the red-backed man.

I'm sorry, he whispered, slipping back into Trigedasleng. He hoped Dragomir would emerge again; right now the pup was curled up like a turtle in its shell, face hidden. Goddamn it. Why had this happened? Please forgive me. It's okay now. . .nobody is gonna get to you when I'm right here, right here. . .

And he'd stay as long as his son needed, too.