Whitebark Stream Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site

Artyom felt some quiet relief to learn that his young acquaintance was not entirely alone, though he wondered why two juvenile littermates had come to disperse from their family at such a tender age. He felt they ought to still be learning key skills to survive in the wilds: strengthening defence skills, be taught how to hunt larger game to lessen the chance of injury, see how the adults functioned as a pack. Still, he supposed it was good that the siblings had each other.

"I hope so too," he smiled again, taking note of her strange little white companion for the first time as it ruffled its pallid feathers. Artyom eyed the owl curiously; "and who might this be?"