Silvertip Mountain Wishful thinking

Mason smiled as he saw his ruffled Bro exiting the den, and his tail began to wag of its own accord. If there was ever a friend he had had to match June, this was him. The younger male watched as Steady stepped forward at his leisure. Glistening black fur fell into place as Steady shook it out, catching highlights of brown as it rippled in the mild sun. He was a bear of a wolf, especially in comparison to everyone Mason had ever met.

"Mornin'!" He exclaimed when he was spoken to, nudging Steady back in a friendly way. He then stepped back to look down at the antler laying on the ground between them. "I brought you your secret present, from that game Dad made. Sorry it's late." He reached down to nudge it with his nose, towards his Uncle. "It's just a little thing," he added shyly, gazing at his Uncle to gauge the reaction. "I thought it looked a bit like me an' you. Cos you're bigger than me, but we're joined together." His tail continued to wag.

"'Cos we're family, and 'cos I love you I mean, so that's why it reminded me of us."