Swiftcurrent Creek Blackfish

This time, the man stayed silent. The intimidating woman spoke only a single word of request.

They wanted his name.

Swordfish lifted his eyes to Moss, worry edging into the corners of his mind. If he gave them his name, they would be able to trace him back to the sea. If he gave them his true name, it would be easier for anyone to find him. If he waited too long, they would know that he was lying.

The young redtail lifted his chin to properly address her.

The bear’s dark eyes clouded his mind.

Shardik, he said plainly, as though it was the name his mother had whispered on the day he had been born.