Silvertip Mountain The drum beats out of time

Raissa listened contently as Fitz spoke to the tiny pup, letting him now the name he would soon take on. Mason Virtue. It seemed to fit him and a smile lifted Raissa's cheeks when he sneezed seeming to agree on the word. Hopefully he and his sister would grow up strong, ready to take on the traits they were named after. Already Mason seemed proud of his name, even though he couldn't hear it.

She watched them for a bit more before closing her eyes once again, pulling June close to her and falling back into a peaceful slumber. Being a mother was tiring.