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

What is? Dragomir chirped again, tilting back his head so he could fix Kazimir with a questioning stare. She didn't so much answer the question as supply instructions; little did she know that Dragomir had only milk teeth still and was no more capable of biting through a fish's tough skin than he was of plucking one out of the stream himself. He would be over four months old before he was able to kill anything larger than a bug or maybe a tiny field mouse. It wasn't for lack of trying though. He followed Kazimir's instructions eagerly, throwing himself at the flopping fish with gusto.

But he met its cold, slimy flesh with ineffective teeth and a searching tongue and recoiled with a shudder. Food? he wondered, wrinkling his muzzle and licking his teeth. Gross. Maybe one day he would make more sense of fish, find something delectable about it, but not today.