Whitebark Stream Travel light, let the sun eclipse you.

"Besides," the gilded Alpha carried on as he noticed his son's deflation, "you should be in bed." Artyom lowered himself beside the boy, earthen gaze sweeping over his peppered dorsal. The pups had grown considerably in the past few weeks, but they still seemed still so little.

If only they could stay this small forever.

The leader smiled softly, blinking briefly over a shoulder to be sure that their voices had not woken Dawn or the other youngsters. "I guess you could stay up with me a little longer though," he bumped his nose playfully to the top of Winter's crown, "we will just stay quiet so we don't wake your матушка, alright?"