Whitebark Stream This is a world of dreams and reverie.

While the babies were blissfully ignorant of the world around them, their inexperienced father was enchanted by every tiny detail that his suddenly had to offer. Artyom hovered over the cubs with excited anticipation, so eager to soak up each little development that even a yawn or a fart could rouse fresh giddiness in him.

Storm seemed to appreciate her dad's gentle prodding, so her reaction earned a cheerful and accomplished wag of his tail. Operation "make them like me" seemed to be going pretty well so far!

Lowering himself carefully around his brood, Artyom buried his snout among the bundle of them. He breathed deep that warm baby scent he'd so swiftly come to love, and closed his eyes to bask in the moment.