Whitefish River always protect ya neck

Very true, Verx laughed, and left it at that. Dragomir had a point, after all. For all he'd seen of the world, he probably hadn't seen it all. And his son seemed more imaginative than he ever would be; even if it wasn't real, Drago could probably dream it into existence. He seemed to have that kind of power (and that kind of time, poor thing).

But at least it seemed he was on the mend. He reacted with quiet, fervent joy at the answer, glad to hear things at least were hurting less. It'll get better and better with each day, he promised, nodding. Injuries like that take some time. . .but you'll be back on your paws before you know it.

And then what? He hadn't really thought past his son's recovery. Would they stay here? Would they travel elsewhere? He was loath to rip his kids away from another place they'd called home, but. . .it was damn close to extant enemies, and he sure didn't like that.