Whitebark Stream The last goal he ever scored won the leafs the cup

Another day, and another call from the borders to fill Artyom with deep-rooted dread. With each rise and set of the sun did his worry grow in the absence of Surya who hunted for their missing medic, for his young niece Minnow who'd managed to vanish without a trace, and for little Alsek whose chances of being found dwindled with each passing hour.

He felt as though he'd failed them not only as an Alpha, but as a friend. Artyom was always expecting someone to turn up at Whitebark's outskirts with news of injury or death, and he wasn't sure how much more loss his heart could handle.

The pale leader turned toward the sound of a stranger's howl and picked his way through the woods in the direction from which it came. Rabbit-brown eyes found the form of another male, and he lifted his velvet ears curiously. "Hi there!" Artyom called out in greeting, "what brings you to us?"