Barrow Fields Bramble shark

Swordfish huffed a resigned sigh at her words.

She reminded him of Suzu. She was a bit bolder, that was certain. Sobeille had the same way of speaking, though. Their whole family was that way. The young wolf wondered if they were sisters but he could not find the courage to ask about his childhood friend. If he did not know better, he could imagine her living a peaceful life surrounded by those she loved. Asking would only bring truth, like a dark cloud to rain on his blissful delusion.

Feeling as though they had reached an impasse, there was a flash of relief on the young wolf’s face at the mention of food. Ears perked, Swordfish pointed his snout to the young woman and frowned, feigned thoughtfulness.

I could eat.

Swordfish wished to see if Sobeille could hunt.