The bonds of pack

He had been thinking about what trade he wanted to take since his father had discussed the different options with them. His first thought was what might June want to pick, for he did not want to step on her toes and pick the trade she might be best at.

Other spoke up but mason barely listened. He knew that his Dad wanted him to be the best he could be. Perhaps June’s best chances were Healer or Chronicler – although she was slow to speak and took her time with things, he knew that the brain behind her pretty face was constantly whirring and took everything in. She could learn to help the pack in various ways.

Mason certainly had little interest in spewing out rules and history of the pack to random passersby. As a Warrior he was not sure – he did not relish the thought of having to attack anyone who trespassed. He knew that his name meant virtue, all that was good and he strove to meet its meaning. He had no passion to hurt other wolves, even if they deserved it. No, he was much more of a carer. Though he had yet to meet an elderly wolf that needed his care, he had so far excelled at looking after June’s needs.


Mason stayed quiet until he had ensured everyone else had spoke, and then he piped up in his soft boyish voice. “I think I’d like to try’n be a Caretekker.”

Later he may move on to being an Outrider and Gamekeeper / Naturalist, but at this age he did not yet have the capacity or knowledge for these roles.