Silvertip Mountain Coming Home

Mason heard his dad’s call and immediately dropped what he was doing. He literally galloped towards the sound, tongue lolling, gasping for breath. He could scent his Dad now, and with it a sweet and familiar smell – his sister. He put on another burst of speed and when he spotted them his tail began to windmill. He bore down on the scene like a steam roller. He barely slowed in time to stop himself from bowling June over – instead he reared up in excitement and gave two barks of glee. Then he resumed usual posture and moved across to plaster her forehead with brotherly kisses.
 
“Joo! You’re back! Are you okay?” He breathed between adorning her head with love. He looked at his dad and grinned. The scent of his father and sister together entwined in his heart – they smelt like home.