Wild Berry Meadow I can see your Halo

As Mason’s short legs began to flounder in the snow, the behemoth rose from his position – apparently he had been laying down, and this was the reason that he had not appeared huge from the outset. Ho hum!

He seemed friendly enough as he wagged his snow-dusted tail. Mason grinned and reciprocated, spraying smatterings of snow all around behind him as he inadvertently fanned it. “I’m Mason, I was coming to do some scouting.” There was the lingering smell of Redhawk on him, but Mason couldn’t determine whether he was part of the pack or not.The young man hesitated for a few seconds then moved onto a safer topic.

“Are you familiar with the area? Do you know anything about the landmarks so that I can show my Dad how good a scout I am by remembering them?”