Dragoncrest Cliffs Trident

Swordfish didn’t hesitate to begin. His long legs carried him confidently toward the best place he could hold his ground. There were a few seals that he could make out with his nose. One glance showed that they didn’t seem inclined to move from their positions. This would mean that he would have a moment to gather himself before his father and the visiting hunter made a push.

The young redtail waited patiently behind a gnarled chunk of driftwood. His eyes were trained upon the basking bodies of their prey. There were a few that drew his attention. One looked further up the beach, detached from the primary group. She was flopping on her back a bit before she’d settle. Swordfish watched her for a moment or two, breathing deeply.

When the seals barked in fright and began to make their escape, his muscles tightened. The young hunter could see the one he wanted. She flopped over to her belly and began to hurry toward the white lips of the sea. When the others seemed to have put distance between them and her, Swordfish darted from his hiding place. His teeth flashed at the seal. She barked in shock and her pace was slowed.

The young wolf looked up to see where the other two were.