Silvertip Mountain Tall Tails

Whoops! Forgot it was my turn!

The story gripped June's attention as she vividly saw the events unfold in her mind. The forest was dark, in a multitude of greens, and sunlight barely scraped through the leaves. The two wolves - though she had no description for them - were exactly like her and Mason. The male-version of June was the one to find the stone. The voice that spoke to him was deep, gruff, and it scared June a bit. She found herself cowering slightly when it spoke, her imagination adding to Chaska's impression.

When the wolf carried the stone out of the cave, Mason pulled June from her distraction. She had ignored his exclamation but his bouncing around distracted her, in the best way possible, and she smiled. Whereas he was quite fidgeting she had sat perfectly still, her eyes following the scene as it playing out in the clearing - the place that her mind had projected it onto.

Her tail wagged now, she wanted more story. She didn't particularly care about the reasoning but June would patiently wait for Mason's explanation to arrive before the story continued and she found out what happened to the wolf with the stone.