Swiftcurrent Creek Barb

The woman approached with a rabbit. She tossed it toward him, growling low in her voice. The young redtail did not hesitate to accept her offer. He nearly yiped in thanks. The taste of food was euphoric. He tore away at the meat and swallowed in gulps, finding it difficult when he didn’t take the time to chew it. Moss sat and said nothing while the seafarer ate.

When he had almost picked the rabbit clean, Shardik lifted his head and eyed the strong-featured wolf.

What will ya teach me today, Moss? he inquired, lazy brogue ringing through in his voice. Despite his wounds and the long trek from the sea to the creek, he seemed ready to put himself to work. Tired and broken, but trying.