Dragoncrest Cliffs Arapaima

Cold didn’t sound good, but she was quick to appeal to him with the promise of sleep and the making of dens. Swordfish figured that warmth would come with both of those activities. Snow could not be all that bad, if it led to comfort.

At the mention of mom, the boy glanced around in hurried search. He thought she had come looking for him, that he had gone too far. Mireille just wanted to find her and discuss going to the big tree. Swordfish accepted with an eager nod. He nudged at Mireille before he took off at a bound in search of the familiar loving expression of his mother.