Whitefish River the hamiltons move uptown

Dragomir's mind reeled through hundreds of images in that moment—the forest, Sanguinus saying Aurë had sent him, Sanguinus claiming he was going to stop coyotes, trekking along to the mountain, the cave, the black shadow with the sharp teeth, Merrick descending on him, the cliff, the edge of it disappearing past his eyes as he was thrown—and a violent trembling took residence in his aching rib cage, spreading rapidly to his limbs until he was quaking on the spot. His breathing was shallow and fast and there was a strange buzzing in his ears, blotting out the sound of Vercingetorix's voice and making it sound like he was underwater.

How could Vercingetorix explain Sanguinus' conspicuous disappearance if not for the fact the man knew he had failed and had fled?

He couldn't seem to get a deep enough breath to quell the frantic fluttering in his chest and his eyes were bright with anxiety as he turned his face to peek back up at his father. Vercingetorix's calm words were reassuring. It was enough to slow Dragomir's breathing a little, but the panic attack would take longer than that to pass. In the meantime all he could do was shake his head, it isn't okay it's not okay, and fight against the quivering of his body.