Silvertip Mountain Tall Tails

As Mason moved to stand a metre from the stranger, June noticed. She picked up her frail white frame and moved over to where he was. She copied his stance and his words, as best she could. A twitch of smile graced Mason’s expression as he looked at his sister, then vanished when he looked back to Chaska.

The grey male lowered his head in (what Mason liked to think) was an act of submission. The boy’s tail lowered slightly, in they way he had seen his father’s do when lower-ranked members acted correctly. “Kay Chakka” he repeated in his best adult voice. He then plopped himself into a seated position and shuffled towards the adult. “Storrrrryyyy yes!” All of the sternness was gone, and suddenly his puppyish excitement showed through. Blue eyes were glued on Chaska, waiting for the story.