Whitebark Stream I'll be what you wanted

Oh. A stream.

It's water flowed in a crooked yet delicate line to who knows where — but why was Āzon so scared to go near it? 

Flashback to his meet up with a yearling named Bronco back in the Great Bear Wilderness, or his 'doctor's checkup' with a snarky yet oddly charming physician named Evien. Or even the fucking deluge itself.

All of these experiences led up to his increasing fear of getting wet — revealing the scars beneath his white pelt. Āzon was an ever growing adult for godsakes. A little childhood fear shouldn't be making him fear petty things such as water. Except.....it did. No matter how hard headed the prince was — no matter how much others would hurt or threaten him — nothing would impact Āzon more than the primal fear that had practically been bitten into him by his father at a young age.

So, the male simply stood there, watching the water go by with erratic eyes. A few attempts were made to step forth, but none continued.....

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Setting: Whitebark Stream, Early Evening. Mild winds (76°F)
Note(s): Āzon increasingly becoming scared of water bc why not?