Dragoncrest Cliffs Archerfish

It was a good thing that Njord offered his assurances, that no apologies were necessary. Swordfish was not sure if he had meant it. He knew that he only wanted to try to build a relationship with his father. The task seemed impossible. It felt like he had been gone for so long. Every time he thought about putting on an optimistic front, Swordfish saw his mom’s expression during Njord’s absence. It ached in the pit of his stomach.

Their suggested target was beaver. The young wolf had never hunted them, but he had seen them mulling around with their large tails and buck teeth. Swordfish thought they were peculiar in appearance. He imagined that Ray would find them interesting, maybe. The boy admired his brother’s creativity. He wished that he could see things the way Stingray saw them.

I’ve seen them. I didn’t think they looked all that appetizing, he said with a soft smirk. Can you eat their tails?