Swiftcurrent Creek Blackfish

A large woman approached. Her eyes were unlike anything he’d ever seen.

The woman asked if he was running. Swordfish seethed, wishing that he could tell her, wishing that he could share the horrible image of the bear, of it’s claws and teeth. She had looked to his wounds before she had spoken to him. Perhaps she thought he was fleeing from danger.

Searchin’, he answered her in his drawling, even tone.

Silver-flecked eyes searched behind her, checking to see if anyone else would come to the edge of the creeklands. Swordfish lifted his head so that he did not look quite so derelict. The lean figure thought that this woman looked like the type of wolf he needed.

Ya got fighters here? Someone tha’ can show me?

Then a dark-furred man drew near, barking to announce his presence.