Arrow Lake it's the last song of the night

Drago is skippable in the post order, will pop in here or there.

Had Dragomir the means to do so, he would be thanking his lucky stars that he was in the darkest corner of the den, and Isi was in the light, rolling in a cascade of waste toward their parents. He was oblivious to all of this, though his muzzle wrinkled as his sense of smell was assaulted. It wasn't so much that it was disgusting, because what smells he had experienced thus far were all quite natural ones, but it was potent.

He crawled further into the back of the den and placed his head down on his paws. All at once he was transported to a yellow-brown grassland, with the fanning umbrella of a green canopy over his head. He stretched out his neck, reaching gradually from the ground all the way up to where the leaves drifted in the hot wind, and he reached out with pliable lips and a colossal blue-purple tongue to grasp the nearest cluster of leaves. He pulled them into his mouth and munched thoughtfully; in the real world, this meant Drago was chewing on dirt.