Whitebark Stream I find myself somewhere I never thought I'd be.

There was an innocence that hung over young Minnow, one that Artyom found himself hoping she would never lose. She seemed soft, gentle, sweet of nature and the pale ranger smiled  down at her with quiet encouragement as she shared with him a lack of companionship.

"I will be your friend," he offered despite a doubt that the girl would be looking for friendship with older male, but he supposed there should be some level of comradery considering their status of pack-mates. "I'm a hunter, and I like to travel when I can," Artyom answered more confidently when Minnow asked, his tail giving a cheerful sway.