Whitebark Stream Time together isn't ever quite enough.

The world was bright, and the grass beneath his paws felt warm. Winter looked down at his feet, curious to know why when the base of their den was cool to touch, though the thought was swiftly replaced by another when the appearance of siblings caught his attention. As he turned his head in their direction, something else attracted him: a wildflower, made extra vibrant by an unusual pink hue he'd never seen before.

Eager to investigate, the sterling boy padded closer. He wasn't the only one who'd noticed, however, as a littermate shouldered past him in her eagerness to be first. "Rrr," came Winter's frustrated growl as he stumbled after her, aiming to deliver a reprimanding with pointy baby fangs at her hindquarters before she could reach the prize before him.