Whitebark Stream Time together isn't ever quite enough.

Winter and Storm rolled around, yipping and chomping, though it was all in good fun. The boy laughed, always happy to wrestle with his siblings, but this particular scuffle did not last long. There were far more interesting things to experience on that day.

He roamed the clearing beyond the whelping hollow, poking curiously at wildflowers and lengthy stalks of grass. Baby blue gaze followed the awkward flight of a bumblebee and for a time he padded along after it, to observe with wide-eyed wonder as it disappeared among the foliage.