Silvertip Mountain The friendly visit

*Drags Mason’s butt in* Sorry for the wait :D Haha I love Desna
 
Mason heard her call and dropped what he was doing. What he was doing was snaffling a dead rabbit he had found in a cache. Unfortunately it had been pretty fresh, and therefore he now had blood all over his muzzle. Mason’s heart beat a little faster as he left the rabbit, and began to lope away, intent on going to meet Desna. He was excited! But should he perhaps clean up his face and paws?
 
Suddenly after a few minutes (on his way to a stream to clean up) he realised that the rabbit may have made a nice present for his little hunter friend. So he put on the brakes and loped back towards his maimed carcass. He shooed away a raven, which cast him a disgruntled look, and grabbed the rabbit.
 
Rushing now, and panicking a bit in case she disappeared, Mason ran full pelt to a stream. He gave himself something akin to a sponge bath in the stream, then loped off again, this time heading for Desna. His muzzle and paws were still tinged pink, and now streaming droplets of pink water. He heard Krypton call both him and Steady. He felt instant displeasure. Steady was old in Mason’s eyes – despite their apparent year in age difference. But Desna was beautiful and fluid and dark and mysterious and she was destined to be his, not his Uncle’s.
 
Mason scented Desna before he spotted her, that sweet scent which fuddled his mind. When he descended upon her, unkempt and breathless, Mason grinned and rolled right up to Desna before coming to a halt. Krypton seemed to have disappeared. He was glad someone had kept his friend busy whilst she waited for her beau (ha, he wished) – Mason would have to thank Krypton later.
 
So there he stood right close to Desna, his unusual wide-set eyes gazing upon her beautiful visage, his muzzle and paws telling the signs of his recent meal. And then it suddenly dawned on Mason that he had left his present for her at the stream. Way to go Dude…  Disheartened and flustered, Mason didn’t realise yet that a half-eaten meal was probably not the way to win a girl’s heart, so he had probably inadvertently saved himself a faux pas. 

“Hi Desna!” He finally managed to blurt out of his tongue-tied muzzle. His smile blazed on his face still – he found he was unable to put it away when she was around. “Did you come to visit me?” Mason’s heart hammered quietly in his chest as he waited, staring at her intently to read her reaction – surely it was him, and not Steady, who she liked?

Far away by the stream, a triumphant raven pecked at a forlorn and forgotten dead rabbit.