Dragoncrest Cliffs it was war and you are made of meat

Just one for me. <3

 

The young man could hear their voices, just outside of reach, it felt like. Swordfish knew that his mother had been there. He knew she had hardly moved since the duo had arrived back to the safety of their home. The familiar fragrance of her coat was both comforting and heartbreaking. He hadn’t wanted her to see him that way. He had not wanted to hear the horrible screams from her mouth. 

Swordfish sniffed quietly. His heavy gaze shifted up, trying to make out the shadows. He wasn’t supposed to want his mommy, but he had wanted Meerkat to make everything better again since the bear’s claws had maimed him. The tender flesh of his ribs made him groan. Swordfish squeezed his eyes tightly and drank in the scent of the herbs.