Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

The snort drew one ear to the side.

Swordfish felt his jaw tighten. It was not a sound that he found pleasing. When his hooded gaze turned to fix on the red-nape of Quennell, he felt his stomach sink. They had not spoken since the incident. The young redtail had not even talked with Suzu. He had imagined she would hate him. Whatever he had done to the bird had been horrible. The image of her crying over the dead gull emerged in his mind.

Hey, Quen…

Only the red tip of his tail waved. It fell to a silent position between his legs after two attempts. The other boy did not look so cheery, now.