Swiftcurrent Creek Arrowtooth eel

It didn't matter much whether Swordfish played the offensive position or the defensive one. He expected that Arric had enough battle-smarts that he would be capable of handling anything the yearling threw at him. Sparring matches were not fair sporting events. He knew this much, at least. If he paid close attention to the Beta, he might learn something.

Defense, he offered. The boy's heavy-lidded eyes traced Arric's figure. Strong legs and compact muscle. He would be fast and he would have a strong bite, Swordfish knew just by looking at him.