Mudminnow River One by One

Good fun. Thought Valtyr as he watched the tiny minnows frolic in the slow-moving current. It took him back to childhood adventures with Maera, though the youth didn't permit himself to remain in that reverie for long. Time wasn't worth investing in the past. 

"Valtyr," he yearling said upon the exchange of names. Luke's surname, Bluenose, confirmed that Val wasn't just seeing things, though he would not ask about the topic any further. It wasn't in his nature to pry about such personal things. "Ah," he mumbled, "plan on running with a pack?" he inquired, knowing it couldn't be Swiftcurrent; their scent had long grown stale.