Dragoncrest Cliffs Angelfish

Tch.

Swordfish couldn’t help but smirk at the joke. He didn’t much like being called a fish. His family had been the only ones he wouldn’t correct. Quennell had called him Sword a few times. That was fine. He didn’t know what a sword was. He’d hunted plenty of fish, though. There was something slimy about being compared to them.

Pushing aside talks of girls, Swordfish’s ears perked at the mention of his brother’s findings in the tangle. Colorful rocks that seemed to have been left for a reason. The redtailed boy’s tail flipped with interest.

Hey that’s a cool find. Could be a witch’s mark. Didn’t disturb it, did ya?

Swordfish drew his head back and looked from the corner of his eyes at his golden-furred brother.

Gotta show me. Maybe we can see if it’s meant fer something.