Lion Head Mesa you got a fast car, is it fast enough so we can fly away?

Curra is so cute <3!

Mason liked this guy already! He was down-to-earth and put Mason at ease. It was better to be safe than sorry, but being informed that he didn't need to submit meant he wasn't about to be ripped to shreds either. He wasn't sure he had really said a nice thing, but he wagged his tail to affirm that it was good to be huge, and he was glad that Currawong had taken it as a compliment. They stood on different sides of life; small and big, light and dark. Mason didn't think he would like to be large, but it couldn't hurt to have a large friend.
 
Perhaps he was stupidly naive to feel so at ease with the huge bulking man so soon, but that was Mason's personality. When he was asked the next question he began to giggle. When he tried to say something, he caught his breath and could only continue chortling. ".... fall!!!! ...." he choked, and his breaths came so few and far-between as he laughed that he found his front legs collapsing beneath him. Mason rolled on his side, and gradually managed to regain composure. He hoped he wasn't coming across as condescending, but he had honestly never heard anything so funny, having lived on a mountain. He lay panting on his side, gazing up at his new friend with one eye, and  most-friendly grin on his face. "You won't fall, friend... look!" Mason jumped up without warning and paced away from the black male a few steps. He looked over his shoulder and flashed a grin. "C'mon, I'll show you!" he danced up the gentle slope a couple of steps, hoping his new companion would be willing to follow. Big or small, everyone stayed put on a mountain, and Mason was willing to share this inherent knowledge, as a mountain wolf.

"We won't go far." He added with a softer tone, in case the other wolf was afraid.