Whitebark Stream The final destination of our long journey.

Past his mouthful of juniper, Artyom crooner. He welcomed his mate closer with a cheerful swish of his ivory tail, leaned into the press of her muzzle to his, then released his gift to her when she reached out to take it.

"All the better for seeing you," the ranger quipped in response as he settled, tongue sweeping his upper lip before he lifted a hind limb to scratch at an itch on a shoulder. "You're looking brighter. Might I be so bold to say you are glowing?" Queue a suggestive (and hopeful) arch of his brow as he shot her a winning smile.