Whitebark Stream honey and the moon

As Aphrodite excused herself, keen to escort their young ward elsewhere, the gilded Alpha was grateful. The borders were no place for an infant of such a tender age, and he dipped his muzzle to Whitebark's healer in silent thanks before turning focus entirely on their newest recruit.

"Well," he smiled, "Aphrodite sees potential in you." She had taken the time to greet her, to reach out and learn something of her, and seemed hopeful for a new student. Artyom knew she'd been close to young Minnow, and could be eager to fill a void left in her absence. "I think you'll fit right in."

He tturned then, offered an inviting sway of his thick ivory tail, and made to venture deeper into his territory. "Where was it you came from, Meadow?"