Ankyra Sound The annual parade of the mysterious hooded figures

The sound of Reyes' languid voice drew Dragomir's attention away from the frog. All he really wanted to do was explore this vast new world he found himself in, but Dragomir had been instructed to stay with Reyes. That's how he'd chosen to interpret his father's warning to stay, even though what Vercingetorix truly meant was don't move at all. He was feeling much too shaken after witnessing his parents shouting at each other to really listen.

He still wasn't sure what to make of the other boy, the one Vercingetorix had probably replaced him with, but he stepped toward him with pink nose twitching and asked, where are we going? Surely they could stay here and explore the forest and the adults would be back in a jiffy. This was Reyes' home, though, so maybe the red-brown cub knew somewhere cooler they could go to wait, or somewhere they could find some food. Dragomir could use some stellar sights or something warm and delicious to settle him after the blow-up between Vercingetorix and Aurëwen, so he followed willingly.

Lead the way, he offered, though it was already sort of implied that Reyes was the leader and he was just the foreigner following along. He hadn't felt very conversational lately, but as they drew nearer to the roaring sea, he asked, where are we?