Silvertip Mountain Your face-saving promises, whispered like prayers

Mason managed to smile back at Steady when he pointed out that he had expected to get a grilling. Mason listened appreciatively about what Steady had to say about girls. He agreed. Joo was quiet but she was willfull, stubborn and strong. She was a pearl within the shell of an oyster, and he was perhaps the only wolf that had gone to the effort of prising her open thus far. He hoped in the future she would open herself up to other wolves, but only those that were trustworthy. He knew Dad had issues in communicating with her sometimes even. “Boys are good an’ girls are good, so I think you can want whatever you want."

When Steady praised his heart, Mason felt a bit of happiness bubbling up inside him. That was nice to hear at this pretty terrible juncture in his life. “Thanks, that means a lot.” And when Steady suggested escorting him to other packs’ healers to learn their trades, his smile blossomed into a grin. “Yeah! That’d be great. Can we do it soon? Nurse is like a healer and a caretaker, but like smashed together. So I need to learn healing AND how to take care of people.” He was certainly ambitious. “Do you know which packs have the good healers?” He didn’t want to learn his trade from a shoddy surgeon.