Whitebark Stream You can't hide from the future.

No problem!

On spnotting the familiar sterling frame of Salvatore between the foliage, Artyom quickened his stride to catch up. The other male, acknowledging the crunch of fresh snow beneath approaching paws, halted to look upon the gilded Alpha. He let his tail wag cheerfully in quiet greeting, and moved alongside his comrade to bump his shoulder fondly to his.

"I was beginning to worry you had gone off the radar," he teased, though not unkindly. Artyom had witnessed the ashen wolf's fear and uncertainty surrounding his intimate encounter with a female companion amid the breeding season, though it wasn't his intention to strike a nerve - merely to poke a little brotherly fun. "How are things with you? Better, I hope?"

They were, thankfully, much to Artyom's delight. He shifted, inviting his sterling comrade along to walk with him so they might further discuss the brightness of their future that lay ahead.