Silvertip Mountain the storm approaches

Mason watched Charon, who appeared appeased if not quite pleasant. Perhaps he could turn around their terrible relationship. Did he even want to? Mason wasn’t sure if he did want it, but he supposed it would be better than having animosity with an Alpha. He licked his lips as he listened to Charon’s reply. At the thought of another wolf attacking a Moonspear wolf, Mason’s fur bristled in disgust and anger. Safe here on his mountain, fear did not currently factor into his feelings.
 
“I will pass on the message. I don’t know this wolf. Who did he attack?” Mason had a worrying thought – what if it was Floki, who had been so kind to him? Mason added “what does he look like? Someone might’ve seen him from a distance.” Although, unless he had an unusual marking or gait, it was unlikely to be foolproof. What the heck sort of stupid name was Goober anyway?