Whitebark Stream the view from the summit

Sleeping in the warmth of the sunlight, the grey figure of Kiyoshi moved only in the form of twitching puppy paws and the gentle rising and falling of his chest.
 
The sound of the creek trickling its way across the rocky bed had been enough to lull the child into a much-needed slumber. The growing figure would require a great deal of sleep in his youth. Time would temper the need for naps and would give him an abundance of energy to expend in other ways. Until then, the child was still discovering his limits.