Silvertip Mountain Bound by the world

It seemed as though his worries were unfounded as one by one his children found their names and pronounced them proudly before stepping onto the land. he watched, remembering how to had felt to take that first step and was pleased that they had managed to do what he had struggled with at their age.

As each stepped from the land he greeted them traditionally, "Mason, the Earth recognises you as Ranger and greets you as such. June, the Earth recognises you as Mystic and greets you as such." With that it was over. He hoped he hadn't forgotten any aspect of it and he couldn't be sure that the wording was exact but it was the best he could do. That's all he tried to do for his children - the best that he could.

Smiling at them, he looked at his grown up children wondering when they had got so big. Turning he began to lead them back to the den, if they wanted to come. They were adolescents to him now, if they wanted to stay up longer so be it. He no longer ruled their every move his only job was to ensure they stayed safe and wanted for nothing.