Silvertip Mountain One day it will be all better.

FitzDutiful wasn't quite sure where things stood with Mason - they had talked finally but he wasn't about to say that was it. He wasn't quite so naive as he had once been to assume things were that easily sorted; which ever way it went.

Now, his attention turned back to the other wolf important in his life. Zaria, she had been injured defending Mason; something that wasn't lost on him though he struggled with guilt. He should have been the one to attack first and the one to get the wounds. Then again, he wasn't a warrior and she was. He had chosen warden instead for a reason.

The feeling of Zaria snuggling close, brought him out of his daze and turned his attention to life. "How are you doing my love?" he asked, hoping his mediocre first aid skills were helping somewhat.