Dragoncrest Cliffs Archerfish

It seemed that beavers were a delicacy – soft and tender with tails that were perfect to chew on. Though he was not sure how much he trusted this information, Swordfish did not believe that he knew better than his father. He’d only watched the beavers carrying wood to their wet homes. He had never tried to hunt them or eat them.

There was a moment of hesitation in which Swordfish considered turning back and finding somewhere he could hide out. Hunting was fine. He didn’t have anything against it, but he could feel his body ache with tiredness. It was a feeling that overwhelmed him, coming out of nowhere and consuming him. If Njord had not suggested that they try to catch a beaver for Meerkat, he might have lost his son to a dark cave.

Y’think mom’ll like one?

Swordfish lifted his nose and sniffed at the wood.

Smells like wet and muck. Maybe beaver… He wasn’t sure. The boy glanced toward his father. His eyes were tired and his head slouched below his shoulders.