The bonds of pack

Mason trotted after his father willingly, turning his head to check that Joo was following. Satisfied that she was, the young boy skipped to the left, then the right, dogging his Dad’s heels. FitzDutiful’s peppered fur swayed in a soft breeze that was the only relief on this hot summer’s day. Mason’s mingled blue-orange eyes gazed at the sway of his father’s tail, and his innate swagger which labelled him alpha. Intent suddenly, Mason copied the walk as best he could.

He only managed a few seconds before he devolved into giggles at his own antics. Flashing June a daring grin, Mason pranced in a circle as his father lifted his head to howl, then he stopped and lifted his own muzzle to put forth a few squeaky attempts of his own.

He played with earth whilst they waited. Suddenly he spotted a black wolf. He darted forwards, thinking it was Bindi, then he noticed there was no painted splotch of white and the wolf was a male. Mason dashed back to his father before Issun fully emerged, and then watched with wide-set doe-startled eyes as the black wolf spoke. Realising a friendly voice from a scary one, it didn’t take long for the mottled, puffed-up fur along his hackles to settle back down again. “I May-sun” he replied shyly.

He smiled at Chaska  who was next on the scene and bobbed his head.