Silvertip Mountain Wishful thinking

The future was such an uncertain thing. No one could predict, they could simply work for what they wanted, and deal with the changes as they came. Steady sincerely hoped Mason succeeded, and that his nephew would come to him for any guidance if he was feeling unsure about his position and his duties as Beta. Steady himself really had no plans of becoming an Alpha, at least while he had to mate by his side, so his plans were to be the best Beta he could, and help Mason rise to his full potential.

His nephew seemed rather confident Steady wouldn't catch him, and maybe he wouldn't. But, he ran as fast as he could after Mason, the laughter ringing in his ears. He echoed it as he closed the distance between them. When he was close enough, Steady reached out a paw mid-stride, trying to trip up Mason's back leg.