Whitefish River name of the game

Things were changing, and not for the better. The ground beneath their paws was unsteadier than he'd ever felt it -- which ran coincidentally parallel to how things were going within their fractured family. It had to be a sign, he thought. Even if it wasn't, he'd take it as one: a sign to get his shit together. To pull together what remained.

Vercingetorix padded up to the place where @Dragomir had been recuperating for the better part of two months, a long-legged rabbit in his jaws. Prey had gotten scarcer, too; he'd wanted to go for a larger animal, but it seemed the herds were on the run because of the unrest within the earth. Still, he dropped it, hoping that his children would see it for the offering of goodwill that it was.

If Dragomir was already there, he'd flash his son a smile, tail wagging behind him. If not, he'd clear his still-scratchy throat and lift his chin into the sunset air, calling for the boy and for @Isilmë.