Dragoncrest Cliffs eyes on your vibes

It’s gotta be warm, and dry, and real nice and quiet, he told her, tail wagging. Swordfish thought that some small noises were fine. He didn’t mind the sound of the water anymore. It had taken him a while to get used to it, and the cries of the gulls. As he had grown older, he couldn’t really imagine his life without the rocking waves and the sounds of birds.

Mom thought that they should be able to roam the pack land freely, once they returned from visiting the kids’ grandma. Swordfish squinted at her, tail still waving. He thought of his siblings and imagined they would both think highly of this new freedom. He wasn’t going to question it, but he did wonder if it had been hard to give them that space after Njord had gone.

We’ll be safe. We can go anywhere in the pack, though? Deep blue eyes searched his mom’s face.