Whitefish River Vote correctly or never see your loved ones again

Referencing this. For @Vercingetorix.

When Aurëwen had shared the news that she was leaving, Dragomir had remained utterly silent. When she brushed her soft nose against his cheek in farewell, he had remained still and stony, much like he was when his mind felt separate from his body and nothing else felt real. Perhaps that's why he got away with it. But Dragomir was completely lucid as his mother turned to leave for Moonspear. He watched her go from his place in the thicket, lips tightly sealed, face unreadable.

Only when she was out of sight did his expression morph into an ugly glare while his tail rapped against the ground twice in quick succession. His ears were pinned forward with something a little more rigid than interest. His eyes were darkened with something a little more fearsome than disappointment.

She was leaving again. That was all Dragomir took from this. She was leaving him again, pursuing her own desires again. For Kaistleoki failed to register as an appropriate reason. Her departure wore another fracture into the fragile surface of Dragomir's heart. The moonstone she had gifted him, which he often kept close, was sent tumbling into the undergrowth with a snarl and a moody swipe of his paw. With his lips quivering against a mixture of anguish and rage while he tried valiantly not to cry, the door to his trust, his faith and his respect slammed shut.