Silvertip Mountain A rather blustery day

Mason simply shrugged. He felt his fighting spirit emerge whenever he thought of Neverwinter. He wanted them all to die in a raging forest fire. He had not felt this angry about anything before – even when Zaria had snubbed him. These were volatile feelings that he couldn’t deal with, so he buried them deep down, but not without his eyes flashing first amidst the stormy dim light.
 
For Mason, June came first. He didn’t know his father’s doubts on looking after her, but had he not had Mason dogging her every day he might have felt even more exhausted. Mason looked after June almost entirely. A frown settled on his features like a bird on a telephone wire, fluttering at first until it stilled there. He didn’t know whether he trusted Gracious enough, but he trusted June enough to know she would return if things were not going well to start with. She was not a vegetable, merely limited.
 
“Okay.” Mason agreed – his voice would have been quiet except that he had to raise it above the noise of the thrashing trees. His acceptance was perhaps unanticipated even by him, but he could not cling to June when she wanted to go. Mason looked at his father, his heart twisting as he thought of days without June. “I’m happy about it, y’know Dad.” Mason stepped closer to his Dad and pressed his nose momentarily into his father’s cheek. “I can’t wait to be a big brother.” Mason smiled, and this  time it really reached his eyes. Their fur whipped about them and Mason looked around for shelter as he waited for a response. He hadn’t really discussed this properly with his Dad.