Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

Aye, s’long as we come back to it.

All that mattered was that he found his way back home. Swordfish had been impacted heavily by his mom’s reaction to Njord leaving. He did not want to cause that kind of strife with her. The young wolf cared about his mother and his brother a great deal. Without them, he might have slipped away months prior. Now he had grown, and he had some independence to work with.

Quennell did not ask where they would go but when. The redtail retained the thin smirk on his lips. His eyes glimmered with good humor. Swordfish would leave that very moment, if his companion wanted it.

Now. Tomorrow. I wanna see a bit of it all, so I figure there’ll be a lotta chance fer venturin’. When d’ya wanna go?