Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

Mason was glad he had stuck in Osprey’s corner. Whilst Charon fumed like a spitfire, shooting words and glares, Osprey merely shook her head and spoke calmly. Mason’s orange eyes peered out at Charon who cut off to stare at him with utter disgust. The boy wasn’t sure how he could be so filled with the emotion, considering it was his own actions prompting Mason’s fear. With a final scream of hatred – most likely directed at Mason – the Alpha of Moonspear galloped off. Mason was left with a ringing despair in his ears. He was left with the feeling that he was mortal and lacking – a shy, scaredy wimp.
 
Osprey was kind, and Mason moved a step closer to her, deciding she was the kind of friend you wanted for life. Perhaps the reason that Charon had been so angry – because he appeared to think he had lost her. Mason peered around and could see no other angry wolves in sight, just as she had promised. He managed a watery smile, a small bud of his previous enthusiasm blossoming in his tear-filled eyes. “Can… yes please c-can we finish the story?” Fragile and innocent, he waited, clutching to Osprey’s calm like a fledgling bird clutching to a sturdy tree in a storm.