Stretch your legs and ready your mind

Mason had not left the packlands. He had no real reason to go anywhere. His world was his father and his sister – and they resided on Silvertip Mountain. When his Dad suggested a stretch of his legs, he gambolled alongside on his own unusually short yet slender appendages.

He shivered with excitement when he realised his father was leading him out of Silvertip Mountain. Mason pressed close to his father’s side and looked around at the world with his burning orange gaze. It was large, but not scary – not with his Dad by his side.

When they moved into a cave that shimmered with crystal walls, Mason moved forward with innocent glee. He did not find it scary at all – it was mesmorising. He prodded at one of the walls with his nose gently, then snuffled in all of its scents carefully. A glance back at his Dad and “It’s great!” he replied with a wag of his tail, then he moved along the edge, towards the other entrance which he had not yet spotted. Dim light glimmered along his dusty white fur.