Arrow Lake it's the last song of the night

It sounded and looked a lot worse than it was. Dragomir's dark vomitus, eerily similar to coffee grounds in the low light, could have spelled a real emergency if he hadn't been eating dirt just moments prior. And his vomiting sounded rather like choking, but it was just the peristaltic action of his esophagus expelling the remains from his stomach. He was okay, and therefore squirmed uncomfortably under the pressure of his mother's paw when she pressed up into his gut. He was soothed only when Vercingetorix and Aure swept their tongues over his dark back, warming him.

With a final little cough, Dragomir fell still but for the wiggle of his tail. His wet nose continued to work over the den floor with some interest, and for reasons unknown to him or many experts on the subject, he wanted to eat more of it. But the unpleasantness of his experience kept him from doing so for now, and if not that, then his parents' interference kept him from doing it.