Silvertip Mountain We made these memories for ourselves

June followed him with no trepidation as he know she would. He was worried another might instil this sense of ease in her though - it was okay her following him but what would happen if it were another male? Little did June know (or perhaps on some level she did) that Mason would follow her to the ends of the earth. If she ever left Silvertip Mountain, he would be torn in two. Bu June would have the winning half. For all that he loved his father, and adored his packland, June was his everything. She needed him and, more, he needed her. Where there father had always been there, June was his constant, his control. Soon he would know this as definite - she was the one who would not betray him ,
 
For now they plodded amiably to the glass caves. June's words sang into the air and Mason smiled at her gently. "I can stop cold when I am there." He didn't want her worrying so he added: "and if I'm there the storm will stop too. But it might take a little bit."


Storms away stopped after all didn't they? So he was only telling a little porky. If he could stop storms for his little sister, he would. She seemed tired. "Wanna chase me?" he asked with a wagging tail. Anything for her. Hopefully she would feel more awake soon.