Swiftcurrent Creek Barb

Always big, she answered.

Swordfish was unable to stop himself from imagining Moss being birthed in all her full-size glory. He knew little about the trials of mothers and carrying litters, but he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the woman who had carried this warrior in her womb. Perhaps Moss’ mother was twice her size and even stronger.

She said that they would jog next. The redtail boy lifted his eyes to her and nodded. Moss moved into a quicker step and then fell into an easy trot that bounced the muscles along her thick frame. She was surprisingly graceful, Swordfish noted. The young seafarer loped at her side. His long legs allowed him to keep pace with her.