Whitebark Stream what’s expected of you, what’s expected of me?

Toshi’s gone where no pup’s gone before (or should go). He didn’t know how he managed to pull it off, but he had slipped away from the den and found a bustling stream. Quite the escape artist if he did say so himself!

The hatchling sat dangerously close to the water’s edge. He leaned forward so his nose was just above the water. Woah. There was a distorted little Toshi staring back up at him. It’s freaky in a cool way.