Silvertip Mountain So take your fast car and keep on driving

Mason's eyes bulged as he watched Zaria disappear, a few murmured words dumping this on Fitz before she left. The young lad was left with his colourless father, pale fur shining under a mild sun. Fitz took his duty as alpha seriously, as usual. Mason choked back a sigh as he looked at his Dad, his expression sort of saying: really Dad? It wasn't something Mason did lightly, ask for a Trade. Maybe exactly for this reason. Nothing was made of his being a Beta - presumably he now was?. There wasn't even a 'yes ok' - it was a request for more information.
 
With all the love of a teenage child, and all of the exasperation too, Mason said "I talked with Moon Shadow and Krypton about types of medical emergencies and treaments. I helped Zaria when she was exhausted from the move and had hurt her shoulder. I mended my own paw after she cut it up. I've had a few conversations with you... I'm sure you remember those."
 
Mason realised he was starting to sound petulant and his tone softened, and he smiled at his father. "And I spoke to Desna, a friend from another pack, and she helped me see that sometimes helping someone can mean letting them be at peace, if that's what they want." Tail wagging he waited hopefully for praise.