Dragoncrest Cliffs Deep End

Njord’s voice was a gentle rumble, reaching out in attempts to soothe the young wolf. Swordfish’s mind swam with the scent of meat. He all but jerked himself upright to get closer to the offerings his father toted toward him. He wanted to consider Quennell before devouring Njord’s carefully prepared food. The young wolf couldn’t help himself.

Touches were given, checking the fever that burned hot in his head. Swordfish thought he would go delirious. A paw placed on top of his. The boy looked up at his father with a fixed stare. The silver-flecked blue of his gaze was intense, as though scanning a distant horizon. Pink from his tongue appeared between his teeth – it felt thick and awkward in his mouth.

There’s a monster out there, da, he whispered roughly.

Swordfish breathed heavily, eyes unblinking.