Silvertip Mountain Tall Tails

Mason slunk from the den, following June who was already upon the stranger. He was less trusting than her, especially when he was with her. Mama and Papa stayed in the den, clearly at ease with Chaska’s voice. Mason moved low to the ground on short, yet lithe legs. His ears pressed backwards, descending halfway towards his skull. He peered at Chaska suspiciously, noting June was already playing with his paw. He appeared to treat Mason’s sister gently enough.


The boy with a speckled scruff moved around Chaska, staying a good metre’s distance. “Whoo yoo?” He asked sullenly. Whilst June was not yet understanding words and sentences, her brother had mentally advanced almost as usual for his age, despite being 2 weeks younger than his official age. Most of his flaws (few as they were) were limited to a slender body with shorter legs than average and pointed features. June, unfortunately, had borne the brunt of Raissa’s early labour and she was much slower.

Mason watched Chaska with careful eyes, glancing to check June was okay, before levelling his gaze on the male with the determined scrutiny of a much wiser child.