Silvertip Mountain Wishful thinking

@Steady if you have capacity and anyone else welcome! 


Mason didn’t know how to make Uncle Sted feel better about his friend being poorly. He didn’t know what to say. He felt awful about this, because his Uncle had so easily made him feel better about things being bad with his Dad and Zaria. Whilst he knew his Dad would always care for him, Steady was the big brother he had never had. Now that Mason was an adult, he was swiftly catching Steady up in respect of development (although never in size) but he didn’t feel like it. He still felt like he was floundering a bit in the last stages of youth.

 

Today Mason had made a find. He had never forgotten about the present he was supposed to obtain, but he hadn’t managed to find anything good enough. With no concept of Santa, Mason didn’t think there was a timeframe on presenting the gift, but he did realise he had probably better do it soon before Steady forgot about the concept at all. To that end Mason had actively been searching for something beautiful to give to his Uncle, to try and cheer him up, and fulfil his secret present promise.

This morning he had found the very gift. Shovelling snow aside in a dark corner of Bramblepoint, Mason had located a beautiful, antler from a deer. It had been snapped and also stood on, so that now only two tines were left joined together, one tine smaller then the other. In Mason’s mind it represented them both – two men, side by side, but one much larger than the other both in presence and in stature. The surface was smooth and polished, and Mason gripped it carefully in his jaws as he headed for the area he knew Steady usually denned.
 

He came close, dropped the antler fragment at his paws, and peered around the immediate vicinity, sniffing for his uncle. “Uncle Sted?” He called softly. He didn’t want to disturb his uncle if he was sleeping. It was only afternoon though.