Whitebark Stream We dream the same every night.

Despite the stress and worry that came with leadership, Artyom always found comfort in his family. He made every effort to share in their company, so fearful he was to miss out on a single moment that he would regret.

With Dawn off to have a rare afternoon to herself, Artyom led their offspring through the woods toward his territory's namesake where he knew the current ran gentler. At three months of age, it was about time @Juniper, @Storm, @Frost and Winter learned how to respect it.

"Подожди нас," he called to his sterling son, who strayed just a little too far ahead for his liking. When Winter paused to do so, the gilded Alpha bumped his snout encouragingly against his smallest cub's pale flank, and swept his dark eyes fondly over each of his two daughters.

First to step onto the pebbles shore, Artyom glanced around for any sign of danger. Satisfied that no threat lingered, he turned to his children with an expression that demanded their attention. "You can play in the shallows," he informed, striding forward to show the pups how the water reached his ankles, "like this!" Suddenly, with one smooth motion, the gold-furred leader aimed to splash his brood with a mischievous grin on his muzzle.