Whitebark Stream the view from the summit

The voice startled him – Kiyoshi jumped physically – and turned his head toward the figure that had approached him. The female seemed close to his age and shared many of the same coat colors. The puppy blue of her gaze had started to fade way to a glimmering bronze. These things were noticed in a few moments while his eyes searched her frame.
 
She had asked a question.
 
“Nap,” the young pup remarked simply. The tone he spoke in was genuine, earnest in its sound. As though the singular word was adequate enough to quell her query. He supposed that it may have been less obvious. The sun had shifted from where it had originally been when his slumber had started. The warmth had helped to lull him quite easily.