Whitebark Stream and it’s getting so hard tryna to cope

Alsek seemed to be a little too impatient to wait, and Artyom felt his excitement intensify. He saw it in the stormy hues of his wide eyes and, not a moment later, the cub pointed his muzzle in the songbird's direction to bellow an enthusiastic greeting.

Not surprisingly, the feathered creature was started by the little one's high-pitched voice, and vacated his branche to perch among the leaves of another. "It's alright," he crooned with a fond smile, and sank to his belly to reach out with his snout in a comforting nudge to Alsek's raven shoulder. "We must be patient with small reatures - they are made easily frightened by the littlest of things."