Arrow Lake Will uphold any old authoritarian rule made up on the fly

To say that Dragomir fully understood everything that was said to him was a bit of an exaggeration; he understood maybe 30% and inferred everything else. Language would develop rapidly for him from this point onward, but for now, he picked out certain words and made a habit of mimicking them. Wuh, he repeated, followed by Casmmmer? There wasn't enough inflection there for it to really sound like her name. He didn't know how to move his tongue like that yet. Even his Romanian and Spanish were shaky at best, repetitions of words said to him by Aure and Vonn, often without the proper pronunciation.

Dragoo! he repeated, followed by little dragon, the nickname his mother often called him by. He pranced in place then, chirping sma, sma, sma, sma! because for whatever reason, he liked that word, and then he suddenly heard a noise and whirled back to the water and perked his ears. It was just the splash of a fish's fin cresting the surface, but it was enough to remind him that there was prey here.

Forgetting Kazimir for a moment, and forgetting that he had already tried this, Dragomir crouched and let his hindquarters rock almost cat-like as he prepared to pounce at the stream.