Dragoncrest Cliffs Arowana

Into the air and soaring, the crab could have been a bird if it didn’t end up cracking against the rocks and then shuffling oddly through the sand. Maybe the hit had rattled its brains. Swordfish glanced toward Quennell and watched as the young wolf had already started to move forward, eyes trained on their targets. The gulls had started to swoop in to see the crab. They squawked curiously at the dented crustacean.

The young wolf’s mouth had already started to water at the idea of eating one of the birds. He moved quickly to get a position several paces away from Quen, but still able to see when the other boy moved to attack their targets. Swordfish had set his sights on one bird – its back faced him as it tried to peck at the crab.