Whitefish River mama said knock you out

Haste really wasn't on the menu for Dragomir these days, but he could sense the weight behind Vercingetorix's howl and did his very best to attend it swiftly. A wooden hobble carried him from the woods, where many trees had fallen and left gaping holes where the roots had torn from the earth, down to where his father paced at the river. Dragomir, too, could tell that Kaistleoki was no longer safe, but for different reasons than his sire. Like the rest of the pack, he was nervous about whether their territory could continue to support them.

They were all hungry, but Verx looked positively famished, like he hadn't eaten anything in several days. Dragomir's brows knit together over his sullen eyes as he arrived, canting his ears forward and pausing a fair distance from the agitated wolf in the event the distress call was something else entirely. Had Vercingetorix maybe found where Aurëwen had gone? It would be a relief to know she was alive ... and yet it would be heartwrenching to know she was alive and hadn't come home or sent word, so he wasn't sure he wanted to know if that's what it was.