Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

That was the problem that Swordfish had realized, as well. He didn’t know what the goats or deer liked to eat, or if they were compelled by one thing over another. He had seen them eat grass. That very well could have been natural bait, given to him by the land. Made things easy, he thought. It just didn’t seem very crafty.

Quennell asked him if he liked the sea. The redtail lifted his head slightly, curious why he might ask that. While Swordfish might have been curious about what existed inland, he belonged to the surf and the beaches of the coast.

Aye, ‘course I do. I only wanna hunt the land, try somethin’ I never had before.

The sea farer tilted his head curiously.

Yer the same? Or did Quennell seek the excitement of the unknown?