Silvertip Mountain Practise makes perfect

Mason’s head swung around to Krypton with a smile when Moon Shadow asked her what trades she wanted to go for.

Luckily Mason did not know what Krypton was thinking. He had never so far broached the thought of other puppies coming into his life, and certainly not them usurping him. Though at the rate his bid for leadership was going at the moment, it was possible – Zaria seemed to hate him and he was fighting an uphill struggle; unlike Steady who was apparently the prodigal brother returned and was to be given Beta with no hassle.

When she said she wanted to go for Caregiver Mason smiled even more brightly, and he chortled a bit when she mentioned Scout. “Well it seems we have a lot in common, because Scout was another trade I was looking at.” Mason beamed, tail thumping. He had no issues sharing titles. They could easily share duties and take stress off each other – perhaps this would turn into a close friendship.

“I wonder if we have any newish recruits wanting to be hunter.” Mason mused, although he knew Zaria had an interest in hunting, and there was Alastor too.

“But since we all want to go for caregiver, why don’t we share some trade secrets?” Mason asked with a cheeky grin. “I’ll go first… I’ve learned that when a wolf –“ he looked at Moon and added “Or a puppy - looks like they are not breathing anymore, you need to try and lay them on their side with their paws in certain way, like this.” Mason allowed himself to flop onto his side and arranged his legs in a wolfish recovery position.  “An’ then you have to press on their belly firmly with your paws to try and see if anything pops out of their mouth.”

Mason finished with a grin from his position on the cold ground, looking up at his two new friends and waiting to see if they had any insights to offer.