Wapun Meadow Bigscale

Bjarna she said with a paw to her chest.

Swordfish squinted at her, deciding that it would be her name whether it was accurate or not. He had already lost a great deal of his patience for the language barrier they seemed to have. Yet she carried on and repeated the word bite when pointing back to him.

The boy with the red tail nodded his head.

Bjarna no bite, he urged her in his dry voice. Swordfish didn’t want to scuffle with this one. He didn’t need to stir up trouble for one of Akavir’s alliance packs.