The Sentinels Boarfish

This time, he didn’t correct her. He let the name Fish be used without protest, without rolling his eyes or tightening his jaw. The young wolf had never enjoyed that nickname. He preferred Swordfish to simply being called Fish. While he wasn’t the most muscular and fierce young man, he did feel that Swordfish gave him a manly edge to an otherwise floppy name.

Before he turned, the boy paused at the edge of the forest where he could look back on his grandmother’s worried eyes.

Will ya tell her… Will ya tell her I did it fer her? Ma… I killed it fer her.

Maybe she would be proud of him.

Swordfish turned, dipping his head toward the earth, and he slunk away. The darkness took him, shielding him from the memories of his family and the look- that damned look in his grandmother’s eyes as he walked away.