Whitebark Stream time don’t make it better

it would be a terrible thing indeed if surya was to move forward and startle the boy's small quarry.

instead, he lingered close by, still as a statue. his mouth was etched in a permanent, almost painful smile as he watched the scene unfold before him. perhaps it would have soured his attitude if he knew how similar it was to a scenario his birth-father found himself in once before. but he didn't, so he remained happy.

surya was sheltered in the shade of a still-brown shrub, fairly well camouflaged except for his startling green eyes. blink and you might miss him. only if (when, more likely) the moth fled would he move forward and try to befriend kavik's young son.