Silvertip Mountain The friendly visit

Had Mason known what Desna would thinking, he would have been shocked. What was her pack like, to attack a guest who was being escorted by a pack member? Mason’s and Fitz’s pack wasn’t like that. Perhaps Fitz would be more vigilant when the pups were born and young, but for now Mason had no reason to expect that his Dad would disapprove of Mason bringing his girlfriend a mile or so in to look at the territory.

Desna looked suitably impressed at his title, and Mason was glad that she kept pace with him after some hesitation. “We’ll go have a look into the forest. It’s not far up, and I can show you the damage that the massive storm thing did.” The word of the tornado escaped him, but he remembered it well – it had been a scary night for one so young. “Dad had to take us out of a back route from our den, because we were blocked in from the front.” He added for extra drama and hopefully evoking some sympathy.

They padded up a rocky trail on the lower slopes, heading for Felig forest which circled Silvertip about ¼ of the way up the slopes. He had no intention of tiring her out and taking her right into the depths of their dens. Mason altered his pace to hopefully one which was suitable to a small and delicate lady.

“How are you doing?” Some of his bravado disappeared and he looked across at her with soft eyes, genuinely enquiring after her health and wellbeing.