Swiftcurrent Creek Bigeye

The dark man approached, keeping a reasonable distance. Swordfish turned his eyes to the rough fur around Akavir’s shoulders and neck. The leader’s champagne gaze was drawn to the slick fish in the water. He asked if the boy had fished much. 

Swordfish didn’t know how to respond without revealing his origins. It wouldn’t do well to have multiple lies that he needed to keep track of. He struggled with carrying the alias of the bear. He wished that he could confess his story to the man beside him. Wishes didn’t serve a purpose, though. He needed to learn to fight. He needed to kill the bear. 

Some. Made a fish trap in my old home. It did all the work fer us. Dunno if I can make one here. Waters run quick, he answered in his lazy brogue.