Cedar Sweep we’ll find one another in that big somewhere out there

His head canted ever so slightly at her tone. Why did she sound so forlorn? Skipjack took a tentative step in the direction of her voice, nose wiggling as he further familiarized himself with her scent. His mother had cautioned him about her, mentioning that he should approach carefully if at all. She’d said something about food too, which he couldn’t quite recall at present.

I’m lookin’ for Fish, Skip told her truthfully. He’s my older brot’er—brother, he corrected his enunciation, his tongue evidently eager to roll his litter mate’s name in there. I never met him before, he admitted before getting around to the million dollar question: Have ya’ seen him?