Whitebark Stream This is a world of dreams and reverie.

Day four. They'd gone by so swiftly and, though so much had changed for the Whitebark leaders' newborns, their firstborn had adapted with ease.

There wasn't much he could do in a world where all he manage to do was mewl, suckle and sleep, so he did just that. Having been rudely roused by a littermate's kick to his stubby little snout, Winter greeted the new day with a yowl of outrage.