Arrow Lake it's the last song of the night

He felt suddenly self-conscious at her words, eyes darting away. He didn't do sentimental well. Maybe he should make more of an effort, but it just wasn't in his nature. The teasing was something more in his wheelhouse, and he returned his gaze to her with a smirk. Verx opened his mouth and was about to spout a cheeky rejoinder when the terrible sound from the back of the den caught his ear.

The brute slipped past, a big dark shadow, to see Dragomir puking his little guts out onto the floor. Uh, Aure?! he called out, horror in his voice. Drago is throwing up something dark; I don't know what it is, but. . .

He lowered his muzzle to sniff at the pile. It didn't smell like anything insidious, like blood. It mostly was just earthy, tinged with bile. Still, his heart hammered in his chest as he licked along the little boy's spine, trying to ease the convulsions. It's okay, buddy, it's okay, he whispered quickly, both for Dragomir and for himself. Because, like, it would be okay, right?!