Silvertip Mountain Entertain me.

She was busy sniffing, staring, and otherwise occupying her mind with the strangeness of the cavern, but as soon as Zaria spoke things seemed to settle in to place. June remembered what she was after, and with a silent oh!, she gave a little nod of her head. She did not ask outright; she sat down and pondered, trying to think of the best way to ask her question - the most effective, considering her grasp of language wasn't the best - and finally resulted in: "Mason."

That wasn't enough information, at all. If something was wrong, mentioning her brother's name, and name alone, might result in panic. She was quick to try and explain (in her stunted way). "Zaree like Mason." That was a fact. Or that's what June liked to believe. Zaria and her father were... Together, a lot. She was their new mother, so obviously it went without saying that their mother would love them. "Mason... Like Zaree? Was quiet when daddy did talk." It worried her. 

Mason hadn't been happy when the news of their growing family had been revealed, and he had avoided Zaria at the meeting. June worried for her brother.