Silvertip Mountain Forgive me, son

Without even having to call them, Mason and June turned up. One had a bit of tail fluff while the other proclaimed that they had lost whatever it was and he smiled warmly. Oh how he hoped, knew, they were going to be happy about this. How happy was he to share this news with the two of the most important wolves in this pack. FitzDutiful vaguely wondered if they realised this might mean they would be a big brother and sister within the next year.

"I'm very proud of you both!" he told them with much warmth, love and affecting in his voice, "a bit more practice and you'll have the entire thing!" he said explicitly to Mason - he was progressing well with the hunting, "and the animal to show off" he said more to June, he wondered what it was she had caught.

"We've got some news," he said, his tail wagging happily, glancing at Zaria as he did so. "Me and Zaria, we're going to be mates." he wondered if he should say something about how Zaria didn't replace their mother but then, they never really knew their mother so there wasn't really anyone to replace. Instead, he looked at Zaria fondly before turning back to his children letting Zaria speak if she wanted to and watching to see how happy his kids were with the news.