Dragoncrest Cliffs Angelfish

Ray spent his days wandering. He explored the territories surrounding Sapphique both to satisfy his curiosity and to fill the void left in him by Mercy's departure. His relationships in the pack suffered for it. While the juveniles of Sapphique nurtured friendships, Stingray nurtured independence.

That wasn't to say the boy wasn't terribly lonesome without any solid friends of his own. Out there, carving a path down the coast or wending his way awkwardly through the Tangle or struggling to reach the next highest ledge on Nova Peak before his legs gave out, he didn't have time to think about it. At home, he felt more alone than he ever did when he was on his own, helped none by the way the Jade looked down upon him whenever their paths chanced to cross.

It bothered him a little but he hid it well, and most of the time he didn't have to think about it. Most of the time it didn't bother him at all.

Whenever it did, he found himself at the edge of the cliffs where the sea and sky met and reminded him what a huge, wide world was out there. It made him think of Njord and how even he had come home, and how Mercy would, too, or if she didn't, it was probably because she had something more important to do. When his paws itched to follow in her footsteps, the moon glittering on the waves reminded him of his mom and his brother.

His place was here, even if he often wasn't.

Stingray was up there tonight, making his way toward a familiar silhouette he'd spotted from another outlook. When he came within earshot of Swordfish, he grinned and called, oi, I dare you to jump!