Whose A Heretic Now?

Dómari tried not to cry but it felt like he'd been on his own for forever and finally seeing a familiar face filled him with overwhelming relief. Especially after his brief altercation with the golden-eyed man. Dómari had had enough of strangers! His tail continued wagging. "Me to! I'm so glad to see you! I've run into ghosts, and weird bugs and a mean, old grump that tried to eat me!" He couldn't wait to tell Diarmuid the story of how the great captain Isakov managed to outrun the great dragon Grindlewyrm.

His tail slowed at the mention of the others and Dómari hung his head. He tried to speak for a few moments but all that came out was a chocked sob. "I-I…. don… know." He swallowed hard. "I g-g-got separated." What if they'd gotten eaten while he was away? What if Grindlewyrm had found the others? Dómari felt immensely guilty for not being with the rest of his family when they needed him most.