Barrow Fields Bramble shark

The girl’s burning stare made him shift, uncomfortable. It was as though she might unearth his origins by looking into him, seeing the eye of the bear as it destroyed his life and his home. The marks he bore from the beast’s mighty claws - worn across his snout and ribs as a permanent reminder. 

Her coat mingled with his. Swordfish looked at the girl from the edges of his eyes. He didn’t dare turn to meet her gaze. When she asked what he did, the bear-hunter frowned. 

Never said I did anythin’. The curtness was a sharpened knife on his tongue. If I had- Quennel, Stingray, Njord, Meerkat flashed in his mind. Shame burned in his cheeks and he shifted his weight again, pressing his shoulder against her slim frame. 

I disappeared. That’s all. Don’t mean anythin’ to the cliffs now.