Dragoncrest Cliffs why hello there

Swordfish had been napping when the patter of rain had reached their little home. His tiny figure was nestled into whatever warmth was readily available. The boy did not dream of anything. Sleep was deep and restful. 

For the first time, when Swordfish awoke, his eyes fluttered open. The boy could not make sense of the obscure blurred shapes that existed around him. The motion of it spiked his heart to racing. Swordfish’s puppy head wobbled as he blinked away the sharpness that was light. A squeal of confusion erupted from him. The pup did not wish to deal with his weak vision first thing after waking from his nap. 

The gentle song of their mother did not soothe Swordfish, but burrowing his snout into the nearest warm shadow was more than enough. Darkness returned to his eyes. He released a sigh that seemed to ease his full body.