Silvertip Mountain Heating up

Mason’s eyes tracked Zaria as she let go. On realising she was out of the moment, he immediately relaxed. He didn’t verbally acknowledge her greeting, but he watched her carefully through his wide-set orange eyes. She didn’t give him much thought, anàd moved on to Steady, despite the fact her leg wound was dispelling blood like there was no tomorrow. Just like her, what an idiot, he thought.

“Hey Sted,” the boy murmured as his Uncle also greeted him, and he allowed himself a smile. Mason stepped forwards, keeping his distance from the Alpha for as long as he could as he moved towards his dark Uncle. “Yeah your neck is pretty bad” he answered Steady’s joking comment to Zaria with a serious response.

Mason looked around for some sort of moss or plant to press against the wound to staunch the blood. It would heal itself fine, but blood-loss in this weather was bad thing as food was already scarce. Mason spotted some nearby rocks and he hoped there would be a bundle of moss underneath.Zaria lay between him and the rocks, though.

Mason stepped forward, avoiding Zaria as though she were a magnet with an opposite charge and repelling him from a certain distance; he moved around her, and passed at a decent distance. Once behind her, the boy started to overturn the small rocks with his paws, peering at their bellies in the hunt for padding material.