Whitebark Stream i'm sayin' goodbye, mom

Gold in the distance — not a bright flash of color like midmorning sunlight woven into fur, but the mild muted kiss of pale yellow flowers, the soft glow of sunset. Alluring in its own way, and he's grateful for the excuse to avoid thinking about Helios. Instead, he turns to see what this golden stranger is all about, steps even and careful as he approaches. Hey, He calls when he's close enough, stopping to watch a little warily. Some dude — bigger than him, but not huge. He could definitely take him in a fight. But honestly, the thought of touching the guy makes him feel a little odd; like he shouldn't, for some reason.