Whitebark Stream into the fray

For some time, the child was unaware that another shape had come into the picture. He had trained his sights on the bustling birds until their wings beat together and they flew from the tree and into the blue beyond. Almost within the same instant, that glimmer of emerald caught his eye. The boy turned his head and latched his sights on the agouti figure who was not far away.
 
A small fluttering of his tail was issued in greeting to the stranger. A stranger, but Kiyoshi had seen this male before, in passing. He had spent a great deal of time watching the comings and goings of the other wolves within the pack. Their names remained unknown to the child. The young Draconid rose to his chunky legs and approached the golden male confidently. His eyes glimmered as he looked up into the green gaze of the man. “Hello,” the boy spoke.