Honeyed Pasture Take every chance you dare

Mason listened to Hush’s quiet affirmative noise, but the male made no other sound. He was apparently drinking in the scenery in peace. Mason smiled and watched the tide roll frothy waves in from the horizon. The fluffy fur of the male next to him was now on-end and he looked bigger. Mason’s own thin fur straggled against his body where it was wet and plastered to his skin so that his belly and legs appeared drowned-rat-like.

“I wonder if we went out swimming, and it wasn’t freezing, whether we could reach the other side…” he mused. Dad had assured him not, but Mason liked to think big. He looked to the left and right, taking in the view of the beach. Perhaps there were packs newly-established around here? “Shall we go have a look over there and see if there’s anything to eat?” He pointed to a large collection of rocks and boulders some hundred yards away with his nose. His Dad had mentioned sea creatures tended to collect in the pools of water that settled between rocks. Maybe they could find one and his new friend could have a meal to fatten himself up.

Mason was interested in mapping this area of the territory in his mind – the very edge of their world. Mason was now determined to move across other territories in his spare time, in his quest for knowledge of his surroundings. As a youth he had mapped Silvertip Mountain with no wanderlust in him at all; now he wished to know it all and travel far and wide, safe in the knowledge he could always return home when he wanted.