Silvertip Mountain Wishful thinking

Steady had been snoozing, not quite sleeping but not quite ready to leave the warmth of his den yet. He was usually up bright and early but sleep had tried to elude him last night. He needed to about to himself that the fear of Scarlett passing meant more than just another lost chance at love. He had genuinely liked her and knew he could come to care for her more. He had wished he would have stayed on her borders, begged to see her, but he didn't want to upset her or her pack mates.

So, he had left there. He thought about returning some day, to see if she had succumbed to her injuries, or if maybe she had survived. Or maybe he would go on with the hope she survived.

He shifted while he snoozed. His body was more than ready to get up and get going but his brain was not. The war was settled, though, when Mason's voice reached his ears. He would not, could not, ignore the call from his nephew. He crawled from his den, taking time to stretch his limbs and shake out his fur. He smiled to his potential co-Beta, approaching him with the intent to nudge him in greeting. Good morning. How goes it? he asked casually. Mason didn't need to have a reason to visit his, Uncle, but Steady was curious nonetheless.