Swiftcurrent Creek Arrowtooth eel

Another strike found its mark and Swordfish felt his balance shift, pushing him dangerously close to eating dirt. The hunter scrambled to find his footing again, but the time it had taken him would give Arric plenty of opportunity to land another hit.

A sigh fell from the young wolf's mouth. He didn't want to do this. He wanted to find a quiet place where the children would sleep and he could dream of the sea. The damned Beta would be making him earn his defensive role. As bothered as he was, there was a glint of motivation in Swordfish's eyes.

Shifting his weight, he watched for signs of Arric's next attack.