Dragoncrest Cliffs Arowana

Just as quick as it had appeared, the red-naped boy reached down and snatched it up between his teeth. The crab began to snap its pincers, aiming a dangerous claw at its captor. Swordfish was glad that he wasn’t the one having to deal with the live bait. He’d probably have his whiskers snipped clean off his face.

That meant that he would need to get himself ready. The redtail boy crouched and circled out, ready to see what might come of their attempt to lure the birds.

Throw ‘im! Swordfish barked in suggestion, motioning inland to the cliffs. If he could get some air on the crab, it would give the birds some space to fly in and inspect the crustacean. If they did, both boys would be able to aim for one of the birds. The plan felt sound. Swordfish waited with anticipation.