Bramblepoint You hold onto me, and I'll hold onto you

Mason dropped close to Steady to sleep. His grey-white fur melded with his Uncle’s black. He took comfort in another being so close, after he had estranged himself so readily. It didn’t feel like long before morning broke, because for all his excitement, the long trip had worn him out.

He woke with bubbles of happiness flooding his soul. He grinned at Steady’s exclamation, made a few excited yips and then they headed to the border. Mason stood next to Steady, small and spritely. He lifted his muzzle and joined his Uncle’s howl, ready for a healer to materialise beside them.