Whitebark Stream Travel light, let the sun eclipse you.

Rain. Duh. He knew that, obviously, but why was there so much of it, all at once? Winter stared out at the surface of puddles which rippled and glistened as each raindrop was collected by them, before he turned wide and pleading denim blue eyes toward his father's face.

"We go?" Winter asked, scruffy little tail giving a hopeful wiggle. "Peez?