Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

Mason listened, gobsmacked. His muzzle literally split open as the bottom half hung towards the floor. They had a forest king and queen?!  Mason wan’t sure whether he really wanted to meet Lasher and be turned into a frog, but Osprey’s wink made him think she might be joking about this at least. Blue Willow sounded amazing, a veritable miracle worker. Mason wished he could be that good. His face took on a boyish innocence as he drank in her story. When she finished he breathed “Cooool!” with great enthusiasm and then thought how he was supposed to explain his leaders. The thought of Zaria being a fair queen nearly made him snort. Perhaps one day he had thought that, but she had dealt him too many sharp lessons for him to still have such a benevolent opinion of her.
 
“So… my Dad is FitzDutiful and he is the Alpha, He’s pretty fair, and takes his Dutiful bit of his name really seriously. Sometimes I think he would do anything if he thought it would be good for the pack. He can be kind but he can be angry if pack members are bad.” Mason continued with childish insight into his Dad and stepmum, perhaps divulging more of each side of them than they would wish. “Zaria is our alpha female. She’s really snappy and can get very angry for nothing sometimes. She came from a real bad pack where her dad was nasty to her, but now she’s with us and she seems happy when she’s not being moody.” There was something about Osprey that allowed him to babble with no thought of consequence. “Oh and she’s really little too.”
 
Mason shone his fiery orange eyes on his new friend and whipped his tail around in delight. “Please tell me more of your pack story though!”