Dragoncrest Cliffs Alfonsino

Meerkat didn’t refrain from sharing her feelings with her son. In a way, Swordfish was grateful for this. It gave him a sense of peace in knowing that his mother’s emotions were just as complicated as his own. If he had the mind to, he might have asked Stingray how he felt about their father’s return.

When the question shifted, aimed back at the boy who had inquired, he felt himself squirm. Meerkat had given him an honest moment. It would not have been fair if he had closed himself off to her. The young man had little experience in navigating his emotions, though. As open as his mother was, it did little to coax his feelings to the surface.

I’m mad, ma…

The words were heavy on the air. Swordfish wasn’t sure if he could even look at her.

You was real hurt. I didn’t like that… seein’ ya that way.

Swordfish sighed.

An’ now he’s back. Actin’ like nothin’ ever happened. Like he didn’t just leave ya to raise us alone.

A crease formed in the young man’s expression. The fur along his neck spiked.