Barrow Fields Bramble shark

Lord, it's been a while. Apologies if this is not great. <3

Windswept and salt-flecked, Swordfish climbed the middling hill until he’d reached the top. The scent of sea upon the air soothed the young wolf.

It hadn’t been that long, truly. He’d left the sea just before he had stepped into his yearling form. The jutting rocks of the distant cliffside should not have left him with such a sense of yearning. Returning after his second birthday, he had anticipated familiarity striking first. Instead he was left to mull over the remnants of a complicated fear and the realization that there was nothing familiar about the ground beneath his feet.

Clenched muscles in his jaw, Swordfish set his paws into motion and began his descent. The pounding of the waves against the shore was his guidepost.