Whitebark Stream time don’t make it better

the boy's excited relief was infectious. surya found himself grinning ear to ear, muzzle stretched wide as the pup shouted his 'name.' he eventually quieted down, and in apparent answer to surya's question, he gestured toward the den.

the yearling mistook the movement as a sign the boy didn't want to play anymore. little wonder—they'd been through quite an adventure in the thorns. it was nice to meet you, chubu, he told the child, dipping his nose in a respectful nod. i'm sure i'll see you again soon. goodbye!

he left the boy to his own devices, padding away to make himself of use elsewhere.