Swiftcurrent Creek He’s a unicorn with a single horn, he has a cup of tea in the early morn

Swordfish had not done well to rest his wounded body, since the bear attack on the coast. His travels had worn him down to a thin shape. His face was gaunt and weary.

It was Atreus misfortune that the young seafarer would be patrolling the creek’s border at the exact time that he had appeared. The redtail didn’t look pleased. His head was low. He prowled toward where the stranger stood, smelling of another pack. Swordfish had gone to Riverclan’s borders and this one wasn’t of their ranks.

What d’ya want? the young man asked in a way he hoped would make Moss pleased.