Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

Could go wit me, he offered.

There wasn’t a chance that Swordfish would give up living on the coast. He liked the sea and he liked to fish. He liked the clever traps he’d helped build with Suzu. There was something about the seaside life that he couldn’t let go of. It didn’t mean he didn’t share some curiosity about the rest of the world. Even his mother had traveled a long distance before finally reaching the sea. Swordfish wanted a taste of that, just something small.

If yer alright wit it. Don’t lemme hold ya back.

The young wolf snickered, glancing toward Quennell.