Wapun Meadow amaritudo

Swordfish shrugged his lean shoulders. 

Not much, was his initial response to the man. Said it was er- hardcore. Said it was a military pack he’d stayed in fer a few days. He was askin’ bout the other packs in the area. Wanted to learn bout ‘em. 

He peeled a string of meat from the rabbit and savored its flavor. Swordfish had taken some time, getting used to the prey that ran inland. He longed to see the trap he’d made with Suzu. He missed her face more than he could fathom. The feeling of loss was heavy in his chest. 

Yer a fighter then? Could ya show me something sometime? The man had said he would owe Swordfish a favor.