Whitebark Stream This is a world of dreams and reverie.

His firstborn softened, relaxed beneath the gesture. Artyom felt the giddy swell of his heart at such an early show of trust, even if the tiny cub was not entirely aware of his surroundings.

It seemed he was not the only silver babe to stir, however, as Artyom spotted the movement of another at the corner of his eye. Delivering a tiny kiss to his son's shoulders, the new father shifted attention to his ashen-furred daughter.

"Так что вы нарушитель спокойствия," he crooned playfully, poking at her exposed belly with the tip of his snout.