Swiftcurrent Creek Arrowtooth eel

Arric’s assumptions would have been correct. Swordfish was not made for tending to pups. He had done well enough with the patience that was given to him. They reminded him too much of home. Too much of being a child and feeling hopeful. It soured him. It made him miss his mother and he knew that he could not allow himself to miss her, or Ray, or anyone else from the cliffs he had left behind.

Not until the bear was dead.

The scent of another drew Swordfish’s attention. One ear swiveled back on his head. The lazy look in his eyes did not shift from Arric. He waited for the Beta to approach. All the while his mind whirred with the frustration that he would likely be asked to watch after the children… again.