Silvertip Mountain Let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like

Mason watched as her hackles rose and she eased into a fighting stance. Her beautiful fur bristled with anger. He hated her and loved her in that bittersweet moment. She had ruined everything. She had wormed her way into his dad's heart and stolen his alpha position. Mason's position. That was where he had been heading. Now he had no goal and she had snatched his heart and his father along the way.

With his paw tucked underneath him,Mason stared at her witheringly through orange eyes. She would attack him, wounded as he was by her teeth?  Probably. 

"You've never helped anyone" he seethed quietly before turning his back on her in an awkward manoeuvre and trying a few unsteady steps on three feet. With his back turned he felt uneasy. Teenage angst should not take precedent over protocol but he couldn't help it. She was pissing him off so bad. Without turning he did lower his tail a little bit. 

although he was very interested to see what his dad would do if Zaria attacked his son.