Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

Mason appreciated her considerate touch more than she would have realised. He was a motherless son, and his father was not really the cuddly affectionate type. It was the young boy who had always comforted June in this way, and he was not used to having all of his worries smoothed away by a simple brush to the forehead. Mason decided that if he ever did take a mate, it would have to be someone like Osprey – gentle and kind. Then if he had pups, they would always have that. It didn’t occur to Mason right now that he would likely also be there to give that comforting cuddly support, because he was just that type of wolf.
 
Mason’s ears pricked up and his sniffles reduced as she spoke of treasures. Bright eyes looked around to try and spot the beach she spoke of. “Yeah that sounds good! Is the treasure like food? Or shiny rocks?”Mason sniffed again and banished thoughts of Charon as he turned his back on the direction the man had run in. Instead Mason focused entirely on his new friend and waited to see which direction she would take them in. “Is your pack big?”