Totoka River Try to convince ourselves.

You were never worth the time or effort, the boy countered; had Firefly not wholeheartedly agreed to that fact then he might have been offended; it wasn't like they had been encroaching on the claimed territory of the cliffs, they had stayed away for as long as they could. It boggled his mind to think about how desperate they were to fight them for a spit of beachfront when they had their fortress; but it was in the past now. His only response to the boy was a light scoff and a little nod.

Then the wolf lingered, and when he asked after Caiaphas, Firefly was vaguely surprised. Maybe he had been present during their first skirmish on the cliffs and sought some clarity? That was a blur to him, as was most combat during his recovery post-cougar; he knew it had happened but couldn't recall with certainty his own involvement. He'd fought and been patched up after, but the event was a black void within his (at the time) still mending brain. 

She's the one you really gotta look out for, he finally admitted. The boss lady, whether she carries the title or not. She's older, but the beach is her's — and her son's. Keep an eye out for pale coats and black heads if you wanna keep your skin. He wasn't trying to scare the kid or warn him away from the beach, but Firefly wasn't interested in further bloodshed. If this dragon chose to venture close to his home then he'd be in for a toothy surprise; perhaps he emphathized more than he knew, seeing this kid without a home to fall back on.