Totoka River table for two

Low tide, Swordfish squinted at the sea hoping he might find the bridge that connected their land to the island. If Lestan’s girl was out there, it didn’t seem like such a safe place. A wayward storm could drench the island in waves and rain. If she was alone, Blossom would not be well off. The bear-hunter didn’t even know the girl’s age.

If they were looking for a pup…

Yeah, yeah… not too far, Swordfish grunted. His russet tail waved lightly, swinging at his rear until Lestan’s voice brought it to immediate stillness. The pitiful cry for his daughter was caught on the wind and carried out to the water.

Drawing his head back, Swordfish howled for Blossom. His chest felt heavy when the only sound to return was that of the wind.

Yer aware ya can’t go to the creek and wait here, right? Lestan couldn’t be that fractured.