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

Soon, company found him. Artyom, made alert to the presence of another by his soft chuff, turned his head to look upon an unfamiliar figure. He took a moment to study him quietly, earthen gaze sweeping the stranger's sterling pelt and noting a singular chestnut eye, before a lazy sweep of his tail welcomed him closer.

"Ah," he smiled easily, when a quick whiff of the air between them confirmed that this wolf was of the Whitebark pack - just as he suspected, "I hope the day has been kind to you, друг." Artyom smiled, unaware of the other's inner turmoil that mirrored the like that he himself had experienced in the week prior.