Whitefish River up and down, and all around

It was a question she got often: why was she named Speedy? It was also a story she had told often, but she never minded. I was born first in my litter, before my dad could even get back to the den. When he arrived and saw that I was already born, he said 'Well, that was speedy.' So my parents decided then that my name would be Speedy. She smiled and chuckled a little as she told the story. She missed her family so much, and that story always made her think of them.

I can run pretty fast, she told him. Then a grin spread across her face. Let's race to the river, she suggested, sprinting forward and taking off without even waiting for his answer.