Totoka River table for two

Lestan insisted that he be there so that Blossom could find him. Swordfish’s brow creased with his doubt. He did not wish to highlight the ways that the girl could have met an untimely end. The face of the bear flashed in his mind and he silently hoped for Blossom’s safety, that she had merely been whisked away on an adventure and would return to her grieving father to soothe his rattled mind.

The bear-hunter looked out to the island.

When the creek was mentioned, Swordfish felt his body tighten in a rush of familiarity. He knew the creek. He had met Akavir and had trained at the side of Moss before he’d slipped away unnoticed.

Aye, the boy drawled. We can go to the island. And the creek.

Sniffing the sea air, Swordfish wondered how they might cross to the slice of land just offshore.

Creek’s far from here. We oughta… We oughta stop along the way. Spread the word of yer girl through the packs. All eyes in the Teekon would be searching for Blossom too.