Silvertip Mountain Digging that den.

Mason gazed at her. He knew that she was not overly fond of him since their… altercation. Their relationship had been a rollercoaster so far, raising up on a high friendship, only to descend down through a serious of loops and turns that left him feeling constantly off-kilter in her presence. He knew she didn’t think much of his leadership, preferring to incline her opinions towards Steady, but she was at least attempting to give him a chance. Lucky he had Dad on his side.

“I’m glad they managed to find something for the pain. I can’t say I envy you.” But really, he did. If being a girl was what it took to carry small squealing puppies and bring them into the world, he would have done it if he could. Perhaps he had romantic views, and would have changed his mind once the pups were inside him. It could never happen though.

“Do you think they’ll be boys or girls?” Mason asked, interested. He wondered whether Zaria cared. Perhaps if he made her think about them as real wolves, not just squirming blobs in her belly, she would feel more favourable to them.