Silvertip Mountain The kids aren't alright

He rolled away from Mama and lay, ears pricked, watching June. She did not feel the need to fill him in on this particular adventure. Mason knew that they were not supposed to leave the safety of the den. Perpetually they had picked him up and deposited him back in the dank recesses; his middle name shone through brilliantly and Mason had kept within the boundaries so far.

However there was a certain thing that would override every other instinct he had: June.

Mason tipped his ears back as he saw her slender form haltingly reach the entrance. Without further ado he jumped to his paws and raced behind her, until he was close on her heels. He pressed his mottled muzzle briefly to her flank in a gentle kiss, reassured himself that she was okay - that this scary outside light had not swallowed her whole. Then he peered around him at this marvelous world laid out in front of him. Mason took a step forward, a bare inch from June's side, and took in the sudden rush of sounds and colours.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhh," He breathed with adoration.