Swiftcurrent Creek Bigeye

It was cold and wet with falling slush. The creek had broken away in its frozen places and the water flowed freely, swiftly, dangerously through the pack.

Swordfish hung on the edge of the water with a heavy-lidded stare. He could see fish in there. Their scales glittered against the light that shined through the clouds. They were quick beneath the surface of the creek. Their bodies would glide forward and then to the side, faster than he could keep track of. The young wolf stood for a long while and observed them. He thought of Suzu and their fish trap.