Silvertip Mountain We made these memories for ourselves

June wanted to be an outrider, but the entire compass of her nature seemed set against it. She had the courage to leave the pack lands, she'd been on a few expeditions, but never too far from home and not once had she considered staying away from home. Then, she had the problem of her conversational skills. Although she had words, could use words, she didn't like to use them. She had finally reached a place where she was comfortable around Mason and FitzDutiful to use them free enough, Zaria and Alastor were fast approaching that list, but an outrider needed to pass messages. How do you pass a message without the conversation to say the words?

That, however, was a problem that June was aroused from when Mason awoke her and said they were going. She wondered where, but placed her absolutely trust in him. He was everything that she needed. Everything. Except for maybe Alastor. In her dream state she wondered if she could start a pack, with Alastor by her side and Mason as her protector. 

Then she woke up more and followed Mason towards the Glass Cave. It seemed like a long walk and her still tried brain tried to say it was as far as the Plateau had been. So very far for little feet to walk. Still, she plodded along without complaints.

"Ayson no stop the storm or cold?" she asked, still believing that he could perform miracles.