Dragoncrest Cliffs Windchime

Stingray would be there, bobbing in the surf, as he so often was.

Today he was watching some manner of fish beneath the waves, undulating with the rhythm of the sea and threatening to slip out of sight each time a swell lifted the portly boy away from it. He always found it again, some inky black thing that stood out against the dark sea floor, but it was still as a stone. Maybe it was dead.

Wait! he thought with a start when all of a sudden it unfurled and jetted away. Was that... Did that thing have a bunch of long, wriggly legs?! He paddled after it, but it was no use. That thing was fast!

He was emerging onto the shore when Meerkat and Njord came into sight. Stingray spotted them and gave himself a jubilant shake before bounding toward them, tongue lolling and damp fur just as mussed up as the side of his mother's face. He'd never say no to hanging out with him if they didn't mind his company, especially now that Swordfish was out having an adventure.