Nova Peak Betta

The other boy’s voice pulled Swordfish’s ears back. He had been called Fish by his mom, but had never experienced the shortening of his name to favor the first half. He didn’t mind it as much - it was better than being called a fish. 

What is it, Que? the young seafarer inquired with a drawl. 

While he waited for the other, Swordfish searched the upcoming mountain with interest. There would likely be caves where they could wait out the worst of the winter storm. An unfamiliar scent was carried on the wind. 

There was a bear, but Swordfish had never smelled one before. Without knowing the danger of it, he aimed himself toward a dark hole in the rock that looked large enough to hold half of Sapphique.