Silvertip Mountain One day it will be all better.

FitzDutiful lay there, accepting her lick and pondering on the recent changes. He was scared of losing Mason for good but then the thought had never occurred to him that Mason would want to leave. It just didn't make any sense at all, he wanted his family all here together. All of them and all the future generations - even if that wouldn't work out. "I had thoughts of seeing Mason as beta when he was old enough, if he managed to work his way through the ranks. And now I'm worried of him leaving." He didn't even think about what would happen if they had other pups. Would Mason accept them, reject them, kill them? Did he have his mother's temperament and that was causing this strife?

He had no answers, save a long sigh.