Bramblepoint Self-appraisal

These two make me laugh xD
 
Thrilled that Dash agreed him being an adult was a big deal (ok he didn’t say it exactly like that, but whatever) Mason grinned. Dash hadn’t backed away again. Cool – Mason was managing this conversation well, even if it had started poorly. The other male looked to be hanging on Mason’s words. God, he was good

Acclimating to pack life wasn’t something Mason could relate to, but he had met another lone wolf. Presumably Dash used to be a lone wolf. “Silvertip is great. I was born there, so I don’t know if I could not live there forever.” There was no current reason for him to leave. Who knew what would happen when the new sprogs arrived.

“I do like travelling a little bit though.” This was a new wanderlust, and mainly undertaken with Uncle Sted, not alone. Until he was an adult Mason had barely left packlands. He now knew Silvertip inside and out – whislt he loved exploring, he felt that he was missing out on meeting other wolves and mapping the entire of Teekon wilds. There was so much he didn’t know about the other packs. “Sometimes I think maybe I should go out more, so I don’t get under Dad’s feet.” It was Mason’s turn to confide. “So I’ve been coming to these places that are near enough for me to travel in one day.” His eyes swept around to incorporate Bramblepoint. He loved it here, and he had managed a few successful hunts of small creatures which had had managed to carry home