Dragoncrest Cliffs Barracuda

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Quen, the boy croaked wearily, lifting his eyes to the familiar line of their homeland borders. The smell of the ocean was tantalizing on the cold winter air. Wind howled along the earth, attaining a voice as it gusted around the rocks and spindly trees while other less explicable sounds scraped up the beach-head toward them.

Swordfish had been running on nothing for miles. His legs had moved simply because they had grown used to moving, to following the red-nape of his friend. The bloodied rear end of Quennell had become its own face, to Fish. He talked to it in his mind, made light of their horrible scenario, as though he were watching it from the outside.

The young wolf’s legs quaked. He tried to howl for help but the noise stopped in his throat.