Dragoncrest Cliffs Arapaima

Raindrops had swept in on grey clouds, overtaking any sunlight that had previously granted Swordfish with a peaceful napping place. When the first droplets had fallen onto his snout, the boy had awoken with a small start. He blinked, glancing around where he rested. There were no signs that Stingray was playing a prank on him, at least none that he could see immediately. A yawn parted his mouth, and he tasted the sprinkling of further raindrops.

A sour expression crossed the boy’s face. He had been enjoying the heat of the sun and the sound of the ocean so close to their home. Swordfish wasn’t interested in moving. He wasn’t interested in anything more than finding himself lost in dreams. The last of them had been curious and confusing. He tried to close his eyes tight, hoping to conjure them back to his head. The rain fell in heavier drops.

Swordfish sighed and pushed himself to his paws. He blinked against the water falling on his face and turned to glance back over his shoulder at where the family den was.