Dragoncrest Cliffs got a soul so big, we were giants at the start of it

Maybe the last one for this little man! >w<

Just like that, the puppies had their names.

Swordfish wouldn’t be old enough to hear his own name for some time, still. It was important that he had been given one, that he was blessed with an identity. Perhaps when he was old enough to hear the stories his mother and father would tell, he could hear about the real swordfish that Njord saw spring from the sea.

They were home and they were safe.

Swordfish did not last for long before he grew tired. The warmth of their den was almost suffocating, but it was pleasant enough that he could feel his body drifting. Darkness surrounded him. Before long, the small boy fell away into a deep sleep. He was content beside his family.