Dragoncrest Cliffs Albacore

Swordfish had found that he enjoyed watching clouds.

There had been several sunny days since the children’s eyes had opened. The kids had even had chances to romp about outside. Swordfish had enjoyed these days, but he had always been rather quick to settle into a sitting position to watch his siblings or his parents. All the effort of jumping around had only ever made him more tired, but he knew that there was fun in it… somewhere.

Swordfish rested on his belly, chin at his paws. His eyes were fixed on the clouds that rolled over his head. Half of his frame was inside the family den. The front half was protruding out the front door. The boy didn’t appear to mind that he was blocking the entrance. He was comfortable.