Silvertip Mountain Houston, we have a problem

Mason allowed a small smile when Krypton verbalised his thoughts – they should go and see them in a diplomatic way (as best as possible). It was perhaps lucky that this was happening right now, as in the future they would have the death of Fitz to deal with. Right now, at least, Mason’s mind was completely on the problem.

 

“I agree Kryp, I think we should go down and have a chat…” Mason glanced around again, but Steady wasn’t going to magically appear without being called he supposed. They had two options: “We can give Uncle Sted a call, and see if he’s nearby to come with us, or we can just go together. I’m not sure whether we would be better making a stand with a lot of wolves, or if that looks more threatening and like we are going to make trouble?” Mason looked to her for advice, as a guardian, though perhaps he should be making the decision as a Beta.

 

He hastily added his thoughts: “I think it might be better just us two. You and Uncle Sted are big, and we might look scary if we all go traipsing to the border.” He would listen to her opinion  of cause, but his pride was still smarting from the Neverwinter Forest debacle. He had learnt a lesson.