Whitebark Stream tumble weed

Winter observed his sister try to pass time, and he was bored. His stormy eyes followed the ashen cub's clumsy movements as she padded around the area beyond the den's mouth, and regarded her with a disinterested flick of a charcoal ear.

Отец had gone off and left him there, and he felt pretty sour about it. The youngster wanted nothing more than to explore whatever magical places his sire spirited off to so often, yet he remained confined beneath his mother's watch. As his sister stumbled to the ground, Winter looked over a peppered shoulder to be sure she wasn't keeping an eye on him too closely and, finding that she was busy scolding Juniper for misbehaving. A moment of opportunity presented itself for the taking, and made a beeline for Storm to pounce on her while she was vulnerable.