Silvertip Mountain Your face-saving promises, whispered like prayers

Another thread soon near one of the other packs to go visiting? :)

Mason had never encountered snow (that he could remember anyway), but they were not far off the possibility that flurries would arrive soon. It therefore kept slipping his mind that Dad had told him it would be harder to travel once the snows and ice set in. 

Mason thought about it. He should probably tell his Dad they were thinking of going, as it would not be a simple day trip if they needed to visit various packs. Mason didn’t relish the thought of speaking to his Dad, but he knew Steady would not agree to just vanish him away without informing the Alpha. 

“Okay, that sounds great, I’m really excited!” And he was, with his tail flip-flopping behind him, and his dried tears a long-forgotten memory. Something to focus on that was good! “Maybe we can go after the next hunt, when we got full bellies.” Forethought was one of Mason’s better traits, although he wasn’t sure he wanted to delay the trip inevitably if the hunts were poor.