Silvertip Mountain Digging that den.

Mason agreed wholeheartedly with her first sentiment but he was careful to keep his expression neutral when he nodded softly. He didn’t want mini-Zarias. But then again, perhaps it would be refreshing to see her own offspring putting her in her place when they went through their testy stages. Mason stifled a grin.

 

She glared at him when he offered her his help. Then she merely returned his words as an accusation. Used to her like almost no one else was, Mason did grin this time. “I just said I would. I promise, I’ll always be around. Unless Dad sends me on a scouting trip.”/b] With Alastor gone, Mason was aware that the onus fell on him to obtain other pack news. Steady was more of the guardian Beta – Mason was the informant.

 

[b]“Do they hurt you, or is it like they are just sitting there waiting to come out?” He asked with interest, although he doubted midwifery was really something he wanted to delve into. He would prefer to deal with puppies when they emerged (he guessed, given that he hadn’t seen a puppy since he was one!)