Silvertip Mountain The kids aren't alright

Ryuu sat down, tenting them with her body until her belly was at his back and the soft fur of her chest tickled the tips of his ears. Now that June had crawled into the correct place, beside her brother, he felt a bit better. An adult shielding  them was a much better scenario than being out in the open. It was only on looking down at the cowering June that he noticed she had something red and wet on her paw. He had seen rain, but this was certainly not rain.


A whine escaped him as Ryuu stroked her nose gently over his body and then moved on to do the same to June. The small lady found June’s wound with ease and murmured soft words as she began to lick at the wound with a pink tongue. Mason bristled at first but he noticed she was scooping away the red wet stuff and leaving instead a film of shiny saliva that was nowhere near as scary. Mason often left a covering of the same stuff all over June’s back after drooling in his sleep.

The blood was gone. It appeared that some adults were magic. Mason looked up at Ryuu’s face with awe. Suddenly June was being lifted. Mason stood immediately, his stubby form as graceful as a puppy can be. He sidestepped one of the adult’s slender legs and immediately trotted after her with the innate obedience of a toddler in a scary situation. He spotted the dark opening of the den and glanced back at the splendid colours of the outside world.

Shaking his speckled ruff, Mason turned back to the entrance. June was more important. She was being lowered to the ground and he immediately moved across to ensure she was okay. Gently he nudged her side.