Swiftcurrent Creek Barb

Alright, always stretch.

Swordfish wasn’t interested in casting aside her sagely words of advice, but he didn’t exactly want to limber himself up every morning. It felt like something for the elderly. He may have been battered by a bear, but he was a young man. He had braved the journey from the cliffs to the unknown creek. He had cast aside thoughts of his missing family and the dead members of Sapphique.

How long ya been big’n scary?

The redtail boy glanced toward her with a slight wariness. He wasn’t sure if Moss would take kindly to probing questions about her past. She seemed to keep things close to her chest. Swordfish only wanted to know a bit more about the powerful woman who would be teaching him.

After she had ruffled her coat, he did the same. The boy winced only once.