Dragoncrest Cliffs Deep End

The smell of food woke him. Swordfish lifted his head groggily from where it had rested. He blinked into the low light until he could make out a familiar shape and smell.

Da?

The young seafarer was confused. Where was his mother? She had been close – he could feel where the warmth of her had been. Swordfish knew that Meerkat would not have drifted too far while he swam in darkness in the healing den. He couldn’t expect her to stay there, of course. She needed to eat, to walk, to tend to herself and her duties. It must have been suffocating to wait in the roja den while her son healed next to his battered friend.

What’r ya doin?