Dragoncrest Cliffs Archerfish

Swordfish did not know how to approach his feelings surrounding his father’s reappearance. He had kept to himself, finding dark places where he could hide and nap. Hours passed while he kept away from his siblings and parents. He would keep to the shadows during the day and come out at night to hunt for small things, prowling the cliffs with some small interest as he went. It wouldn’t last for long, he thought. The strangeness that he felt – the sourness – would go away.

The boy had missed his dad. It didn’t make sense that he wouldn’t be overjoyed at his return. It was complicated, he figured.

Swordfish slunk out from one of his dark hiding places and stepped into the chilly night air. The fur along his neck and shoulders ruffled. He shivered at the touch of crispness to the air. For the first time in a while, the young wolf found himself missing his brother. He wondered what Ray had been up to while Swordfish had been busy in hiding.

It was time to face things.