Whitebark Stream I find myself somewhere I never thought I'd be.

@Minnow   :)

The snows had landed heavy in the past week, and Artyom ventured out to roam beneath freshly falling flakes. His more recent days, mostly spent with Dawn in seclusion as they waited out the duration of her heat cycle, had been wonderful - though he was glad for their return to routine.

Artyom thought of her as he ventured through the edge of their woodland, alert not for trespassers or prey but for something he could present to his silver-furred companion to simply brighten her day. With the weather he couldn't really source anything worth gifting her, but he continued his search nonetheless.