Whitebark Stream Time together isn't ever quite enough.

Winter was bored. Until his father piped up in encouragement to go to him, the sterling youngster had been gnawing lazily on a rugged antler stolen directly from the maw of a sister, so he pricked his dark ears forward in anticipation.

He abandoned his prize and toddled forward with playful rumblings, scruffy little tail swinging excitedly at his rear even as he stumbled clumsily over his sire's ivory tail. Unphased, Winter Whitebark pressed himself between Artyom's forelimbs briefly then followed closely when said parent stepped beyond the threshold of their den. He did not hesitate - too eager to be first into the open, Winter's wide blue eyes took in his surroundings with silent wonder.