Silvertip Mountain Bound by the world

June’s name suited her to a T - Mystic. He watched with brotherly adoration as she hesitated on the bank, then stepped out of the water to be encompassed by air once more. He shook his own long fur, and returned to his usual dandelion-puff state. Dad uttered some more rites and then it appeared to be done. Mason AKA Virtue AKA Ranger was ready to go. He was starting to feel tired.

Although their father had never brought them up in a clingy manner, they had always been a close family unit since mother left, and therefore when Fitz got up to leave, Mason followed on his heels, motioning for his little sister to follow. Back to home, back to bed, to dream about the time when he would one day be Ranger – pack leader of Silvertip Mountain.