Whitebark Stream Time together isn't ever quite enough.

Frost was not unwilling to venture out into the world for the first time. He'd been curious about it for a while after so many days of watching his parents come and go out of the den's entrance. He knew there had to be something out there--something that had to be full of stuff considering how much his parents brought in when they returned. He hadn't been in a hurry to go see anything for himself, but he had wondered, watched, and waited.

When the time finally came, the boy was about as ready as he could be. He didn't charge forward like his bolder siblings, but followed instead. Not out of fear, but simply because he felt no need to be first.

He'd had no expectations for what he would see beyond the tiny world he had known, but this was much more than he'd dreamed. There was... so much. Only then did Frost hesitate, frozen in place just outside of the den with wide eyes quietly taking in the sheer vastness of it.