Silvertip Mountain Houston, we have a problem

Mason smiled at Krypton. He supposed as Guardian she may prefer to stay and deal with the pack’s defences whilst he went as diplomat. Mason wasn’t sure he felt ready to go down there on his own – after all, he had made a complete pig’s ear of the previous diplomatic relationships in the vicinity.

”I’ll scout around a bit first and then I’ll ask Sted whether he wants to come with me… Do you know what name they’ve taken, or whether they’ve extended beyond the one territory?” He doubted she did, but any information she could even guess at would be helpful.

Steady approached and Mason wagged his tail in greeting and nodded - this would make it easier to determine the best course of action.