Silvertip Mountain Forgive me, son

June was indeed there soon, she came trotted after Mason with her tail slumped and her head bowed low. "Ayson." she said in a kind of whiney tone, "It got away." It had taken her ages to catch that frog, though apparently she had forgotten the most important aspect of hunting - make sure the creature was actually dead and not playing dead. That one had been playing dead and after she put it down to investigate a flower she'd seen, she turned back to find it had hopped away. Still, Mason had his trophy of rabbit tail and she was proud of big brother. He always made sure that the fluff wouldn't get away and June realised that she was going to have to practice a whole lot more than she had. 

She realised that they weren't alone and reservedly greeted both FitzDutiful and Zaria. June loved them both dearly, but Mason was the only one she freely piled affection on to. Whether that was the age or the way he had always been the one that had never left her side, she couldn't have said. All she knew was that he was the foundation for her, and she was his. The two of them, together forever.