Dragoncrest Cliffs Archerfish

Praise, and an amiable shoulder-bump. Njord seemed pleased that they had found their mark in the beaver and that Swordfish had landed the killing blow without scuttling around too much. The young wolf offered a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The tip of his auburn tail waved twice before falling back to a hanging position. It was nice to hear that he might have made a promising hunter. It would help him stay true to that path, when he grew tired of the work.

Njord moved in to show the young wolf what they had earned with their efforts. He expertly revealed a layer of fat on the animal. Swordfish gazed at it with a heavy tongue. It looked delicious. He couldn’t help himself from leaning in and sniffing at it, then taking a lick with his tongue. It tasted good, better than he would have ever expected. He wanted to tear into the fatty little beast, swallowing chunks of it.

Guess the tail is yer’s. Will ya make sure ma gets the rest?

Swordfish imagined that it would be a nice gift coming from her husband. He could picture the smile on Meerkat’s face – that was enough to curb the boy’s hunger. The things he had learned could be used again, for himself. He would have time to try on his own and would be allowed to take all of the spoils, when he did.

The boy looked at his father, waiting to see what he would say.