Whitebark Stream the view from the summit

The girl fumbled through his name but managed to make an impressive exclamation of it. The stoic young boy was not phased by this, but he did bob his head to her as a sign of confirmation. While she hummed her own name and scooted herself closer to his frame. The greyscale child did not seem bothered at all by the movement or bustling of the girl.
 
“Storm White…bark,” the boy repeated slowly.
 
It seemed fitting – she was colored like a stormy sky. The name of their pack seemed suitable enough for a name, as far as names went. Kiyoshi waved his tail against her haunch four times before it rested. The thick young pup continued to watch the girl with a stony, unmoved expression. Internally, he had taken quite an interest in her moving about.