Whitebark Stream into the fray

A cacophony of sound could be heard from overhead. The pup turned his attention to the aspen trees that quivered with the touch of feathers. A small group of birds seemed to have been quarreling above.
 
Kiyoshi watched quietly. His blue eyes were trained to the movement in the branches and then to the rare sight of the pale brown on the bird itself. He could hear the noisy chirping and calling. For a moment, he wondered if the creatures were in pain or distress. Unable to understand the feathered creatures, the child watched with a stoic sort of expression on his face.