Dragoncrest Cliffs Angelfish

Stingray smirked and jogged the last few feet to his brother's side, plopping down on his rear with all the energy of a frat boy collapsing on a couch with beer in hand. The youthful energy of it stood in stark contrast to Swordfish's feigned senescence.

You must be mistaken, gramps, he ribbed with a playful flop of one ear, thumping his golden tail right along with his sibling's red one. My bro's only, like, a year old, although he does kinda act like an old dude... He reached good-naturedly for Swordfish's ear to show he didn't truly mean it.

He was taken aback by Swordfish's compliments. Of course, Stingray thought he was pretty handsome as well, but he had never once compared himself with his brother that way. To him, Swordfish was equally striking, a compelling mix of slate and cream that left no question about his parentage with the striking red tail that marked so many of the Sapphique wolves. He was thin where Ray was a little puffy, and if neither of them had a great deal of muscle on them, at least Swordfish actually looked fit.

That's poppycock! said Stingray. You're plenty handsome! Besides, there's no point walkin' the walk if you can't talk the talk, and a little bird told me you've been spending time with Suzu lately. He arched a boyish brow and asked, she your girlfriend?