Bramblepoint Self-appraisal

Mason watched the other male with interest but no fear. He had been brought up in a close-knit environment where the only pain he had ever received was chastisement from his parent, or an accident. Except for Zaria... but he didn't want to think about her. She had snatched half of his childhood, and he kinda wished Dad would just kick her out now. His childhood crush had twisted just like his body, until he was left with some sort of hatred. It wasn't apathy, and there were feelings still there, but they were no longer loving.
 
The other male acted pleasantly but his words were brusque. He had stepped back and Mason immediately took the same amount of steps again, towards Dash. His ears twisted backwards, lowering to adorn his brown/grey drizzled ruff. Mason lowered his tail slightly. He didn't feel affronted that his dad wasn't mentioned. Here was a wolf who didn't know Fitz (or at least didn't admit it) -maybe this was his chance to shine. Mason's chance.
 
"I'm Mason, and I'm an adult now." He admitted a little bit shyly, his gaze becoming sidelong as he tried to rein the conversation back in before he lost Dash forever. He usually wasn't this bad at conversation.  "Is Moonspear a nice place to live?" He asked gently, his voice quiet and expressive as he watched Dash's breaths cause his fur to flutter against the scars.