Whitebark Stream A grass blade flashed with a gleam.

just a cameo, feel free to skip :D

That was the day Frost proved himself to be a bit behind his siblings in more ways than just one. He was already the smallest--the runt, though he would grow to not much appreciate that word so he'll probably judge me for using it now. He took his meals after the others, fell asleep last, woke up later when they were all fumbling about. These were all things he was content with, just as he was perfectly content when his brother's eyes first showed themselves while his remained firmly shut.

The boy couldn't hear his brother's coo, or his mother's soft growls. He could only feel them stirring a bit against him. It wasn't enough to fully rouse him from his sleep, but it caused him to squirm a bit himself. He tucked himself closer to them, wedged between Dawn's side and Winter's rump--a warm, happy place for a baby to be. He stretched his limbs out into open air for a moment, his teensy jaws widening into a big, sleepy O, before he once again settled and went back to his happy slumber.