Silvertip Mountain Tall Tails

Mason practically jiggled on the spot like a jelly, waiting for the reason. Chaska did not address his question directly; instead he carried on with the story.


All tail wagging stopped. Mason’s eyes, already wide-set, began to protrude slowly outwards. The wolf had been happily telling his friend about the moon stone and it sent him to the MOON. There was the reason not to tell your best friend!

Mason risked a glance at June. He was quite frightened now. Tears welled in his eyes as he stretched his neck towards Chaska, hoping that the story would continue, and that the wolf would manage to make it off the moon. He shuffled on his bum until his fur pressed against June’s and he whined softly as he waited.