Whitebark Stream We dream the same every night.

@Storm feel free to still join in if you'd like!

Artyom welcomed the cubs to respoand to the challenge with the waving flag if his tail, a gesture of both excitement and display of title. It wasn't often that the gilded Alpha needed to assert himself and nor did this situation warrant him to do so, but he wished merely to tease his offspring enough to encourage them forward. They would need to learn the importance of hierarchy, how to respect the ranks of pack-mates and how to recognise their place among them - it was a skill they would all require, no matter which direction life would take them in.

It was Juniper who braved the water first, but she stalled. The father observed her movement quietly, smiling at her with warmth as either the sensation if water or change in temperature around her ankles seemed to affect her.

"Холодно, да? his expression brightened, and dark eyes flitted from his flaxen daughter to acknowledge the bold steps of the silver son. "Все хорошо, хотя. Ты привыкнешь к этому."

He looked toward the pebbled shore where Frost hesitated, unsure. Little Storm did not attempt to step into the shallows. As he parted his jaws to offer soft words of encouragement to the stragglers, Juni attempted and failed to splash at him. Winter, however, adopted a new strategy, and water droplets rained down on Artyom's pale snout before he pointed it accusingly in the boy's direction.