Whitebark Stream now it’s quarter to three

Toshi’s curious stints had not gone by without Kiyoshi noticing them. Off and on, the slate puppy would watch his darker brother seek the new things in their limited world and return pleased. It had been a rather pleasant cycle, marked by little drama.
 
On that day in particular, Kiyoshi caught sight of the darker pup who had been beelining it toward the trickling stream with an eager intensity in his blue eyes. Without questioning whether or not it was okay for him to go too, the boy followed behind Toshi at a few paces back. The brothers did not wander too far from where their mother would like for them to have stayed. There seemed to have been a small dip in the stream where a series of boulders led from one side to the other. This appeared to have been Toshi’s mark.
 
Kiyoshi watched for several moments as his dark sibling worked his way across the rock before calling out in a stern voice, “Toshi going fall.” His tone was plain, as though he were speaking only a fact.