Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

Sorry no idea if it is technically my turn but given the time that has elapsed I will wrap this up.

Fate did not allow, fortunately for Mason who remained unbroken but solidly bruised. Stone rose up to meet him, and his limp body splattered unceremoniously to drape along the ground. So limp that he had no chance to roll, it was as though he was a piece of tree sap that adhered to any surface it touched.

He was dimly aware of his adversary bounding off. Sensibly no one gave chase - Chaska darted off but Mason supposed this was to get some help or ensure there was a boundary. Then FitzDutiful appeared and for a moment Mason thought all was right again. He allowed himself to momentarily fall into a tired stupor, and relax against his Dad’s embrace. It would only last for as long as he slept, and then the thoughts and memories would wrap him up again until he could no longer stay near his Dad. Their resolution was weeks away.