Silvertip Mountain Houston, we have a problem

Mason realised that he had been shirking his scouting duties, to not realise this new fact she immediately brought to his attention. His smile also dulled down a bit. Mason breathed out slowly “oh no…” – the fact that she went on to advise that she was worried about the pack really worried him in turn. He trusted her judgement.

He followed her but waited, as it seemed she had more to say, as they approached the border. He could scent it as they neared – a scent which washed him with nervousness. Whether or not the pack was friendly, they were now being penned in on various sides.

 

“Thanks Kryp. We’ll definitely have to go and meet them, yes. I s’pose we better be careful and show our friendly faces…” Mason trailed off and gazed over his shoulder in the direction of the Neverwinter Forest. “What is up with wolves settling right next to us? If we aren’t careful we will have no neutrals way out of Silvertip, and our prey is going to dwindle – herds that migrate across their land are not going to reach Silvertip as easily. We’ll have to be careful not to over-hunt in Felig Forest.” His annoyance verged on anger again, and it was evident in his tone. He looked back to Krypton, and by now his smile had been replaced by a frown. He waited to see if she had any input – although he knew that Zaria had mentioned taking Steady, Mason was all for going right now, and he would propose this to Krypton once she had had her say.