Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

xD Haha it's great development

The young lad didn't know what to do. They were both acknowledging him but Mason knew that he was a third wheel here. He had been one before. Osprey, at least, attempted to put him at ease; for that he was her eternal friend.  Mason gazed at his paws for some more moments before he was dragged back into the conversation unwillingly. Grasping desperately, the young mountaineer glanced nervously between Charon and Osprey.
 
The man was using vulgar language and threatening behaviour. Osprey was defensive but relatively calm. Mason hedged his bets. His body moved again, shifting subtly so that Osprey was one pace ahead of his shoulders now. Not that he would force someone to defend him, but in his childish innocence he clung to the lady who seemed to be more on his side. He was too frozen to run away. What if Charon chased him and tore at him? The alpha had ugly scars on his side - he obviously knew his way around a battlefield.
 
Osprey had no intention of giving away his identity; Mason was grateful and was unwilling to give it up himself, for this would take away any advantage his team seemed to have. Mason instead felt a whine building in his throat. He tried desperately to stop it - what would Uncle Sted think? - but after a horrible moment it spilled from his throat. It lingered, a weak childish note rising and falling in the momentary silence. Mason felt a sudden inexplicable need to expel his bladder; he shifted just in time to avoid the spurt of urine spraying his tail. It instead yellowed the snow. His eyes glanced again at his two companions before he gazed at his paws again, horrified by his own shame.

Maybe they hadn't noticed.