Swiftcurrent Creek permanently fossilized

River looked at her son. He looked like a fisher. He looked like he could be good at a great many things besides fighting— but would he ever have the discipline? The drive? He seemed more interested in being pack jester than anything that required demand.

She realized she didn't want to steer him either way.

"I dunno. Sounds boring..."

Couldn't hurt to try, she mused. You might like it.

Creek made a face but didn't object.

You much of a fisher? Swordsilver eyes cut to Lestan. Maybe you'd like to take him off my paws for some lessons.