Whitebark Stream let it all get away

It was by chance and sheer chance alone that Kaori awoke during the night, the lingerings of a lost dream echoing through her mind. She wondered what it might mean, ever curious, but had not the chance to sit and ponder—glancing around the den, she noted only one other body, Toshi missing. During the day, she worried less about her hatchlings and what adventure they might find themselves on; the daylight offered better sight, more eyes to stare after them. But the eyes of the night were less friendly, predators that might very well be bold enough to take on a child. The mere thought alone had her heart pounding and, moments later, she was out the den and searching.

Trailing after his scent, her mind brought up the worst scenarios, further adding to her unease. But, thankfully, she soon spied him ahead, alone and marching forward. Slowing, she drew in a long, deep breath to steady herself. “Toshi,” she called softly, the traces of a sigh lingering on the edge of her voice. “Little one, why are you out here so late?”