Whitebark Stream Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site

She did not at once turn her nose up at the ranger's reluctance to dive nose-first into an enthusiastic revelation of what made Whitebark Stream his home, but instead responded with politeness. Her words were light and airy, youthful, and he pricked a gilded ear curiously as she proceeded to "interview" him.

"Well," he shifted his weight, "we are Whitebark Stream, and we would consider ourselves on friendly terms with our neighbours." An introduction was swift to follow and with a curt dip of his ivory snout to accompany the smile that worked it's way onto his lips, he responded gently: "and you may call me Artyom."