Whitebark Stream See the light in the shade of the morning sun.

He did not have to look for long. Germanicus, quiet and with utmost patience, appeared from between their white-barked trees to gravitate toward the gilded leader's side. Artyom shared a wordless greeting with him, and carried on with his wanderings through the wood.

"No sign of Alsek?" Artyom questioned, knowing he was not alone in his search for the cub.