Whitefish River always protect ya neck

It was hard to keep Drago's spirits up when he was so rooted to one place because of his injuries. Verx tried his best, but he was all too aware he still fell short. It would take a monumental effort to get his son back to even somewhat normal. . .and for all his size, all his brute strength, even this task was too huge.

But he'd keep trying. That's all he could do was to keep trying, one day at a time.

Hei, Drago, he called softly into the early evening, approaching the place where the boy could usually be found. His words were muffled; in his mouth, he carried a long, browned-with-age bone, still glittering from the stream where he'd found it. Little did Verx know that it was a mere fragment of what it once was. To him, it was still quite impressive.

And he thought it might interest his son as well. Look at this, Vercingetorix said, smiling as he set the curved relic upon the grass a tail's length or so away from Dragomir. Where do you think it came from?

for @Dragomir and/or @Isilmë