Swiftcurrent Creek Bigeye

The young wolf was surprised that his answer had inspired such interest. Akavir asked if he might try to recreate the trap in the creek. He said that there would be many mouths for them to feed. Swordfish imagined that he meant puppies. Springtime was the time for young ones to be born. It would also mark the seafarer’s first birthday. Thinking on this had cast a shadow in his heart.

Help was extended, as well as the names of several other creek wolves who could assist with crafting the trap. Hesitance hung on the edge of the redtail’s tongue. He did not want to commit to the work if it would be washed away with the melting snow.

We dragged this driftwood and wedged it between some rocks. Setup these branches that were gnarled, had lots of sticks. Tides came in and washed over the wood. When it went back out again, some of those fish didn’t figure out how to go back out with it. Got trapped in the branches. We only had to collect ‘em before the waters came back in.

It had taken a few tries before they’d collected any real spoils. The trap still worked. Thinking of Suzu created a pit in the boy’s stomach that stretched miles deep.