Phoenix Maplewood Bad news, good news

Mason was watching for any movement and he spotted a dark shadow emerge from a straggling line of trees.  The shadow hesitated for a few moments. Mason realised that they may look a bit scary to such a slight and slender spook emerging from the murky darkness.


The blackness moved towards them and morphed carefully into a girl, elevated on stilt-like legs, but otherwise of a good build. Clearly this was not a pack that was wanting for food. Her black fur glistened in the early morning winter sunlight, which broke through the clouds to highlight her fur in a manner that suggested it wanted them to notice her beauty. As if they could not. 

Mason stood awestruck as she padded up, her posture elegantly commanding for a girl who could only be a tad younger than himself. He immediately lowered his thin white tail until it hovered between his back legs. His orange eyes stared at her black fur, wondering whether the depth was truly as soft and lustrous as it appeared, or whether the sun was still playing tricks on him. Uncle Sted, fortunately, saved the day and introduced them both. Mason’s mouth opened and but he closed it again quickly when he realised no sounds had come out at all. He coughed and then snuck a peek at her beautiful brown-green eyes before he averted his again.

“Er… yeah!” He interjected with terrible discordance after Steady had said his bit. Hopefully his shyness would evaporate – he had always thought of himself as quite confident but lately he realised he was only like this in his own packlands or around his packmates, where he knew his place and revelled in it. “Do you have one?” A caregiver, that was.