Arrow Lake kleine vögel

Dragomir is skippable in the post order if needbe!

Isilmë's kicks may have served her no purpose, but they did an excellent job rousing a sleeping Dragomir, who was enjoying a flight through the trees on soft pink flamingo wings. Brought back to reality by his sister's heel connecting with the side of his face, the boy squealed with displeasure and rounded on her upturned belly with a series of jabs from his muzzle as he flailed in place. He was heedless of their guest or the expected conduct of children when presented to others; all he wanted to do was get back at his pale sister for punching him like that.