Arrow Lake another word for divine,

While the women conversed overhead, Dragomir continued his single-minded mission. Inside his mind he may well have been swimming toward a far off reef where a shark's fin jutted over the waves, but physically he was rowing his way laboriously toward Blodreina. The nearer he drew, the stronger her individual scent became, overpowering Aure's. The novelty of Blodreina lured him onward until he bumped his snout against one of her broad paws, where he stopped with an abrupt squeak.

His pale nose began to work furiously against the dirty fur on Blodreina's second toe. He catalogued a lot of different scents through this process, from the sun-baked stone she had walked recently on to the musk of her scent glands. It was the former smell of Outside and Earth that bid him to snake out a small tongue and sample the dust on her toes with a scrunched face.