Barrow Fields Bramble shark

The approacher did not soften her steps. She drew her head up and regarded him with sharp eyes, searching the young man’s features for things that might be recognized.

When she spoke, the man felt his heart thump like a wild hammer in his chest. A slight tilt of his head suggested he was familiar with the accent. Her face did not conjure a known name. If he didn’t know any better, he would have guessed she was another pup belonging to…- Ah, their names escaped him. Had it really been so long that he had forgotten the names of his family?

Shardik, he answered, as though it was the name he’d used since the day of his birth. Used to live out this way. The deadpan brogue that hung on his tongue might have been a giveaway to anyone who knew Njord and Meerkat.