Arrow Lake in the wind that remakes all that time has worn away

Dragomir's pioneering career was short-lived. He was swept up by a greater power and turned around not long into his adventure, and found himself ultimately in a better position than before. The muted scent of the other him was stronger now, as was Aure's, but he remained determined to complete his mission. He struck forth with a single-minded persistence, eventually finding his way to the flailing Isilmë at last.

It didn't matter that she was helicoptering all of her limbs. In that moment he was just glad to find her. Not because they had any bond at this point, but because she was comfortable. He yawned again, curling the shock of pink that was his tongue, and nestled his pugged nose as close to her belly as he could. No doubt she clubbed him a few times, but he didn't seem to notice as he huffed out a content breath and mentally returned to the crater in the sand, and the lost city somewhere far below...