Swiftcurrent Creek Fatherless Son

Kieran tilted his head as the other spoke and he listened quietly. How as the creek treating him, well fine he supposed he had only been there a few days, didn’t talk to anyone and no one seemed to want to talk to him much either. Which didn’t necessarily bother the Irishman. Naw wan 'as been unkind. oi 'enny really met anyone yet.

Kieran sat down and shook his pelt free of dew. He curled his tail around his paws regally and waited. Oi 'av not tart av anythin' other than a 'um. He thought about trades. He’d probably make a fair warrior, or warden being that was what he had been, he knew some stories he supposed. Healing was not his forte. Naw oi 'enny met yisser 'ealer