Sawtooth Spire This is getting serious

Mason gave up on his paddling and smiled at Alastor, to indicate he was ready. They trekked up the side of the mountain and headed for the slopes where Dad had said the pack resided. No matter how they searched, they could find nothing. Even the last traces of the pack’s dens had been washed away by the serene snowdrifts of winter. Mason and Alastor returned to Silvertip later in the day to tell FitzDutiful the news – there was no pack at Sawtooth Spire any longer.