Dragoncrest Cliffs Arowana

If Swordfish had not aimed for the back of his bird’s neck, he would have missed his attempt, too. As it was, the bird was mid-flight attempt when the redtailed youth met him. No hesitation, he sunk his teeth into the bird’s neck and bit down as hard as he could. It had enough time to flap its feathers with fright once before the killing blow took its fighting spirit.

The other birds had taken flight. Swordfish plopped his on the sand and, panting, looked up to see if Quen had been as successful as he had. The red-naped boy stood with feathers beside him and nothing more. A shame, really. The young seafarer had hoped that they might both find success. The plan had worked only because of Quennell’s idea to use bait.

We can share. Ya gotta help pluck it, though.

Swordfish nudged the bird toward his hunting partner.