Arrow Lake dragon’s gamble

Swordfish… is fine, the young boy corrected. His face scrunched slightly. Blue eyes shifted from their company toward Stingray. He didn’t know why but he didn’t feel like extending his nickname to anyone but his closest family members. After all, they didn’t even really know these wolves. Mom said they were all related… Swordfish felt out of place and confused, though. 

There were other kids there. 

Swordfish didn’t know what was expected of him or his siblings. They had walked all that way just to meet these wolves and what? Talk? A small sigh was huffed through his nose. Perhaps he was feeling tired. He didn’t feel like being social, though. Swordfish wanted to find a quiet place on the cliffs and nap until the sun came up in the morning. 

Hi… he offered in a dismal tone to his grandmother. Didn’t want to disappoint mom.