Dragoncrest Cliffs This place is all he's ever known

Over to her special trap location, the redtail boy trudged along with his end of the log gripped firmly between his teeth. They stepped along the beach. His jaw had started to ache, burning the muscles along his neck and into his shoulder. He hoped that Suzu’s plan worked. It would be a lot of body aching for nothing if they didn’t land at least a dozen fish in their trap. Though, if they could set up more of them…

Placing their specimen in the spot that Suzu suggested, Swordfish huffed a sigh of relief to be rid of the thing in his mouth. It looked like it fit well into the space she suggested. He looked to the barnacle line when she mentioned how high they’d need to make the trap. They would need a few more. Possibly one that they could wedge between the rocks to keep firmly in place.

It’s a lotta work, he said to her, moving languidly to follow her back to search for more wood. The young seafarer hoped that they would be able to make it work. He tried to maintain an ounce of skepticism so that if they failed, he would not feel the disappointment – a coping mechanism he’d picked up during his father’s absence.

Think we can find one a bit longer, aye? Wanna wedge it between the rocks a bit, so it sticks tight. Could be the last one we use. Then if we stick one on top the one we already got in there, we got ourselves a nice trap. Whatcha think, Suzu?