Swiftcurrent Creek Arrowtooth eel

Pup sitting had not curbed the frustrations of the young wolf. Just over his first year of age, Swordfish had struck out in search of bettering his fighting abilities. He had not found a great deal of success in this. After joining the pack on the creek, he had been under Moss’ watchful eye until the children had arrived. 

Swordfish stretched his peachy limbs and his mouth gaped in a wide yawn. The prickling of hunger had nestled in his belly. A growl of protest told the young wolf that he must hunt. With sea blue eyes, Swordfish searched for his hunting grounds.