Silvertip Mountain The drum beats out of time

FitzDutiful wasn't aware that Raissa was watching him. He had his attention solely focused on Mason. His heart was feeling like it would burst from his chest as he looked down at his son whom he had yet to award a personality trait to. He wondered what would suit him. Casting his mind back he thought over everything that had occurred since he had known of this little boy's existence. The boy and his sister. The two of them.

"Virtue." he said softly, letting his voice echo around the boy knowing that he couldn't hear but not caring. It was a miracle he existing and he wanted this son, this little price of the mountain, to become virtuous. As for his sister. "Virtue and Humility" he said. It seemed to describe her aptly enough with her lack of attention seeking behaviour.

He felt saddened that these wouldn't be the babies first names. It would have meant everything to him to allow them to carry on the tradition of his forefathers. His step mother had taken on a personality trait when she had joined the pack but he had never asked Raissa to do the same. Maybe, depending on how things went, on if he could forgive her, he would.