Dragoncrest Cliffs Alfonsino

Meerkat snatched the fish before the boy had a chance. His eyes shifted to her, saying nothing. If she wanted to carry her gift, she was welcome to it. Swordfish would be chasing the taste of the fish on his tongue. If she didn’t finish the whole thing, he could pick up the scraps. That was enough to curb the saliva gathering in his mouth. Languidly, he moved after his mother. 

A beautiful slab of stone was their target. When the duo arrived, Swordfish admired the shine of the rock. Meerkat jumped onto it with the food. The boy stepped up and found a place beside her. Dark blue eyes found her face and he offered a lazy smile. 

Good pick, ma. 

Swordfish glanced at their view, settling into a comfortable position. 

Yer happy da’s home? He didn’t meet her eye.