Firestone Hot Springs I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight

Sage and kind, she questioned whether Mason was really sure about what his Dad wanted. Mason wanted to nod vigorously, but instead he hummed softly and shifted his paws in an antsy manner. He didn’t really want to lie. After all, it wasn’t really like his Dad Knew. He ended up shrugging, and gazing at her with wide-eyed confusion. He didn’t know much anymore. Her words made sense – he was the only son his Dad had, so maybe he needed to just come clean and see what happened.

The dark angel admitted that she was also one to explore, although he didn’t doubt that she had more experience than he did. Stranger danger evaporated completely by now due to the soft sheen of her sweet voice. Mason allowed a tentative smile, a bit shaky on his muzzle. “That’s nice, friends are good. I live on the mountain.” The mountain being Silvertip Mountain – because to Mason that was the only one that mattered. To help her see what he meant, Mason turned and pointed his nose at the direction of Silvertip and its tall scaling heights. 

“Isn’t it hard on your own or with a friend? How do you hunt?”