Phoenix Maplewood Deep down I know this never works

Mason heard him before he saw him, with ears that caught the vibrations on the otherwise-quiet air. Quiet besides the usual bird call and whooshes of wind, that was. Mason looked around and spotted an earthen male heading directly for him. Already low-slung, Mason’s posture crept lower and he arranged his tail and ears as submissively as possible until he almost crawled towards Kael. He had no intentions on being attacked.

Mason skittered to a stop, meeting the fellow halfway. “Hello, I am Mason from Silvertip Moutain. I know Desna your packmate, and I actually came to check if she was okay after her mother… was poorly.” Mason cleared his throat, his wide-set eyes on the others’ paws. “Do you happen to know her?” Mason didn’t want to sound like he was uninterested in this particular male; he was quite happy to while away some time with him if he wasn’t busy.