Sly Fox Sand Dunes Freshwater eel

The scent of bear had driven him mad. It had also driven him from the creek. Fevered by anger, Swordfish had followed the bear tracks south until he had reached another world. 

When the rains had washed away the monster’s tracks, the broken young man had no choice but to return north. He would not go back to the creek. He had stayed for too long already. Moss was gone. Akavir was too busy with the women who visited him. 

Swordfish didn’t need them. 

Upon the sand dunes, the hunter looked over his shoulder and diverted his path. Northwest instead of a straight shot north. He thought of the sea and his chest ached.