Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

The place where Quennell had crashed into Suzu had been widely avoided by the young seafarer. He had kept it far from his eye, tending to matters where he did not have to face what might have happened. The blame of that incident sat heavily in his stomach. All the sleeping in the world couldn’t shake it from his mind.

Things had just started to feel good. Swordfish had felt close to his packmates. His mom was happy again because Njord had returned. He had even set his sights on a tradesman’s path. The young wolf had done well to study the hunting tactics of his peers and his father, taking all of their strengths and hoarding them for himself.

@Quennell had given him the gift of bait. Swordfish scanned the border of their pack, curious to see if this tactic could be used on prey that wasn’t found by the sea, but made their homes further inland.