Silvertip Mountain You stumble in the dark

Like worms they began to move from the joint mass of fur, wriggling in all directions. It was like a game – see if you could keep all four of them in the den at once. They had been easier to manage when only a day old, but Mason didn’t mind. He smiled down at Solemn who squeaked and shimmied towards him. Another peep came from Odie as she reached his paw and began to lift her small head – her body followed until she was mountaineering up his paw. As Odie nestled atop his paw comfortably, Mason looked to one side to see Adie sashaying (as best she could at this age) towards the den entrance. Mason rolled his eyes at Solemn “there has to be one, eh?” he murmured to the boy as he reached out a back leg. His white appendage became a road-block to Adie, hopefully halting her progress. If she found a way around it he would have to dislodge Odie and Solemn from their positions to go and pick her up.

Mason gazed at Adie, his head angled along his body, humming to himself in the hopes the vibrations would entertain the three better-behaved pups that littered his person. He waiting to see what Adie would do. Unfortunately, it appeared that at least one of the balls of fluff had inherited her mother’s difficult nature.