Whitebark Stream into the fray

the boy was one of the dark woman's brood, the she-wolf he hadn't properly met yet. the lack of introduction had kept him away from her whelping den, but today, surya strayed closer, noticing the gray child outside his usual haunt. he was watching a bird. the yearling stopped dead in his tracks.

to come closer might mean startling the pup's entertainment, and he certainly didn't want to do that. instead, he slowly, gently lowered himself to his belly, blinking rapidly in the boy's direction. perhaps the twinkling of emerald would catch his attention; surya knew he couldn't call out in this circumstance.