Whitebark Stream Travel light, let the sun eclipse you.

"I'm not tired," the Alpha answered softly, too late - his little son was sure to present this as a valid excuse when tomorrow's bed time rolled around. Some days were easier than others when it came to settling the cubs for the night.

Artyom settled his muzzle on an extended forelimb, and smiled knowingly as the boy fought sleep. "How about I tell you a story?"