Totoka River table for two

Regret began to take shape inside Swordfish. He could feel the tightening of his gut and the pricking of annoyance that had tumbled through his mind like a dark cloud. Lestan might have been crazed but he had some sanity left - enough to form a plan.

The island, the river, the forest. Then to the mountains and beyond them to the creek. While the weepy father spoke their course, Swordfish began to make plans for himself. They’d need places to stop, places where they might rest their travel worn limbs. They would need food and shelter. If they were fortunate, they might happen upon pack borders. The bear-hunter could relay information to the packs and spread the word of Blossom across the Teekons.

Let’s find this bridge then. Yer shit outta luck if yer expectin’ me to swim out there.

Swordfish eyed Lestan, waiting for the madman to produce his bridge so they could cross.