Dragoncrest Cliffs Archerfish

It seemed Sobo and Swordfish were cut from the same cloth – the father could sense his son’s sensitivities by the slow intonation of his voice. He blinked in understanding, the angle of his ears pitched low to soften his expression. Maybe they could have a heart-to-heart someday soon… but for now, he focused on slowly becoming reacquainted.

“There’s nothin’ tae be apologizin’ for, son,” Njord assured him. “Come, let’s head towards Mudwallow by tha river. I spotted a dam on patrol. Have ye hunted beaver before?” he asked in an optimistic voice.