Silvertip Mountain I've been poisoned, for sure.

This wasn’t quite how I wanted Mason to find out, but we’ll see how it goes xD

Mason heard his co-bro’s howl and immediately pressed dangerously fast in that direction. His paws dashed over snow and scree, carrying him perilously fast over the mountain in the way only a mountain-born pup could achieve. He knew the land like he knew his father’s face; this was his home and his family. And it sounded like someone in it was in danger.

The pale lad did not arrive in time to hear Steady’s query. It appeared Peak had arrived too. Mason almost rolled his eyes when he saw Zaria in the midst of a bunch of worried-looking wolves. Of course, it would be here. She was constant drama. In deference to his caring nature and his father’s feelings, Mason strolled up to the group briskly.

The young Beta looked between his sickened alpha and the group. Mason kept his posture authoritative – Zaria looked like she was gonna puke, and Steady was his equal. In this situation he was top of the heap. There seemed to have been some sort of revelation before had arrived, so Mason simply stood, waiting to be let in on it. He eyed Zaria suspiciously: how the hell had she gotten so fat in winter?