Dragoncrest Cliffs Archerfish

The young wolf wanted to protest, to say that she deserved the entirety of their catch. Instead, he offered a heavy-lidded stare to Njord before lowering his head to the beaver and pulling one of its hind legs from its body. The limb made a popping noise as it was removed. Swordfish held the drumstick in his teeth, salivating at the flavor that danced across his tongue. The temptation to dig in was swallowed.

The rest fer her.

Then he nodded his head and the two figures set out to find a place where they could dry and rest their paws. Swordfish thought about the hunting trip with mixed feelings. He did not want to hold it against his dad, but the time apart had created a rift between them. This hunting trip would have meant the world to Swordfish when he had been a bit younger… a bit more hopeful.

There were many things for him to think on.