Silvertip Mountain So take your fast car and keep on driving

Zaria escaped, that was the way he saw it with how she scurried away and left this in his paws. It was nice knowing at least she didn't disagree. FitzDutiful's eyes watched as he mated scampered back into the den before turning his orange gaze onto his white-furred son. A brief thought of younger siblings flickered through his mind, but now wasn't the time to approach that. They had official work to do.

"Can you talk me over your experiences?" he said, in reference to his son's Caregiver trade. He didn't doubt that Mason had earned it, but this is what he would demand of anyone else and he hoped that Mason saw it that way. He was beta now, but that didn't mean he got free stuff. If anything he needed to earn his trade more than anyone else to show that he deserved it, and the beta position alongside that. It was probably hard being the alpha's son. How did you combat those that felt things were handed to you on a silver platter as opposed to working hard for the things that you had. This wasn't to say that FitzDutiful thought members of his pack felt that way. It was more the pondering of whether those on the outside would. His pack were family.