Arrow Lake laughter for years untold

There was no Aurewën ushering him along to heed the call this time; she was elsewhere, perhaps with Isilmë. Dragomir was on his own, trekking across a lower ridge where the mountainside was pockmarked with shallow caves, when Ingram's howl reached him. From within the belly of the earth, it sounded like an otherworldly roar that made Dragomir's hair stand on end. He vacated the cavern at a frantic scramble, only to giggle nervously to himself when the roar ended up tapering off into a simple summoning howl.

By now, the young boy knew what was expected of him when someone howled, so he did his very best to arrive promptly. It actually took him quite a while to figure out that Ingram's howl came from above, so he was a lot slower than he would have liked. Thankfully, it seemed like everyone else was too, for when he arrived there were only three wolves present: Kazimir and two wolves he hadn't formally met. The black wolf he had seen in passing, but the blonde one was completely new to him. So, like he imagined any good Diasporan wolf would greet a newcomer, Dragomir beamed at her and said in a boyish mimicry of his mother's soft tone (and in strictly common for once), Welcomes to Die Spora I'm Drago!

And then he turned his gaze expectantly to Ingram, who got an equally quiet hi! It never once occurred to him that a pack hunt wasn't exactly a welcome place for an unsupervised two-month-old.