So why am I ten feet under and upside down

Mason’s tail waggled with relief, thumping against the compact earth of the den. He peered up at his Papa from between his front legs – all he could see from this position was Dad’s chin. Grey much like Mason’s, but not tinted with age.

When Fitz asked Mason Virtue what he wanted to do when the sun emerged, his ears tipped upwards again and he became chipper. Thoughts of his missing mother forgotten for the moment, his one-track mind reeled off what he wanted to do with ease.


“I wanna gerrup an’ chase Joo. ‘N’ then I wanna play in water puddles! An’ then eat a rabby. An’ then can yoo take me hunt’n? An’ then do dancin’.”

Mason giggled happily.