Swiftcurrent Creek Generation I

She chuckled. "Let's be honest wid one another, brot'er," She said, weary but still in good humour. 'I be de one 'oo did de most work." Sure, the babies couldn't have existed without Swordfish, but she was more than willing to take credit for all of the work, pain, frustration, mood swings, cravings, swollen ankles, lost patches of fur, and all of the other strange and disgusting changes she'd gone through. "Followed by you, of course- you kept us fed, an' kept me sane," She said. "Dat be no small feat." She admitted.