Whitebark Stream There are names across the sea, only now I do believe.

Maybe @Salvatore?

He lingered without any real purpose that afternoon, meandered along the pebbled shore of the territory's frozen namesake and tried to imagine how it might look after the Springtime thaw. The surroundings were sure to be lush with emerald foliage, he felt, nourished by their primary water source - beautiful, vibrant, alive.

He settled there on the riverbank to soak up the rare Winter sunrays, lowering his haunches as he looked out at the thick layer of ice that masked the current beneath. Artyom let his thoughts turn toward the near future; he fancied that he and Dawn could escort their pups here to play in the shallows when they were old enough.