Dragoncrest Cliffs Arowana

On second thought, the gulls didn’t sound too fun. With Quennell’s eagerness dripping through his every word, Swordfish felt an obligation to accept the challenge. Besides, he was the idiot who’d suggested they try chasing after the birds. The young seafarer wished that he had asked his mom for tips when they had plucked the gull clean and eaten it. He imagined it was about the element of surprise, but he would have to see what that looked like when they found some seagulls.

Aye, let’s give it a try, he agreed. The red tip of his tail waved softly. Swordfish glanced over his shoulder to scan the beach for signs of pesky birds. He wondered where they liked to gather. Once or twice, he had watched them perch along the edges of the rocks. Just as he turned his snout toward the dark sea cliffs, he saw the specks of white near the stones at the bottom.

Lookit there, he remarked and pointed his snout.