So why am I ten feet under and upside down

The summery storm was a thing Mason had not really experienced before. Whether it had been there were none in his early childhood, or perhaps simply when his eyes and ears were still closed off from the world. The word ‘storm’ did not quite fully match this assault on his senses. The word should be RidiculouslyLoudWetThing.


Mason listened to his father’s words carefully and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He didn’t know what a spark was, but maybe his dad meant to say Star.

“So…” Mason surmised quietly, “cos me an’ you and Joo in den, we’re okay?” 


He turned his head to stare out at the rain again and shivered, edging towards the paler adult wolf who still showed remarkable similarities to his son.