Arrow Lake it's the last song of the night

The little family of three interacted in the light of the thicket, and Dragomir continued to lounge on his own in the shadows, shoveling whatever crunchy goodness he'd found into his tiny maw. His chewing was ineffectual at best, but luckily soil had a few properties that made it doable. His wet gums worked the dirt into a fine pâté that he managed to choke down his throat. Unsupervised, he managed to do this for several minutes before it all went to hell.

His preoccupied parents might hear a subtle huk-huk-hrk-hrk sound issuing from the darkest corner of the whelping area, where they would find Dragomir hunched over himself in the best way a little bean of a pup could do, vomiting black dirt onto the den floor with painful heaves.