Whitebark Stream And all I can do is just pour some tea for two

Artyom, throughout the weeks of his hectic life, had thought only briefly of Reiko and her companions following the splintering of their pack. When her voice rose from the outskirts of his territory, he was reminded sharply of their last encounter and the extension he'd made of his home to her. Artyom hadn't expected their paths to cross again so soon though as the gilded Alpha slipped from his family den, he wondered if perhaps the snowy she-wolf had reconsidered his offer.

He spotted her through the white-barked trees, and noted that she had not come alone. A pair of pale-furred females flanked Reiko and, curious, Artyom moved swiftly to close the distance between them with a friendly sway to his dense tail. "Привет," he greeted with a smile, dark gaze resting on the fine features of the snowflower. "It's good to see you again, Reiko. And a pleasure to meet you," Artyom glanced to each of her comrades. "What brings you to Whitebark Stream today?"