Dragoncrest Cliffs Deep End

The boy shook his head in disbelief.

How…

How? That animal had swept Swordfish aside like swatting at a fly. It had not phased it. His body, the growth he had gone through, was nothing to that thing. Even if he had been braver, the young redtail did not think that his teeth or his mind could break such an animal. The voice it had roared in was stronger than Swordfish. The glint of its eyes had been more menacing than anything the boy had seen.

How can a wolf kill somethin’ like that?

Swordfish thought of Quennell and shifted, hoping to get a better look at his friend. He worried. He remembered the look of terror on the other boy’s face. There was no denying that the boys were lucky to have survived.

What had it done to his best friend, though?

Da, ya don’t think it’ll come here, do ya?