Dragoncrest Cliffs Bichir

Ma…

Swordfish’s voice croaked out, froggy and tired. He worried that he might wake Quennell. The other boy already seemed to struggle to find proper rest. The young redtail would not feel good about stirring him. Trying to keep the bear’s eyes from his mind, Swordfish tilted his head to try and get a shot of his mother.

Ya alright?

The words were chopped by a hitch in his throat. Too many hours of sleeping without talking, maybe. Had he screamed when the bear attacked them? Swordfish couldn’t remember any of what he might have done. He just remembered being filled to the brim with terror. And then pain.