Silvertip Mountain Somebody gimme a beat

In spite of Krypton's intimidating figure, the woman mustered a kindly smile that put June slightly at ease. She wasn't one to ever completely warm to a stranger, for only family had June's best interests at heart, but she nevertheless smiled back and let her ears airplane ever-so-slightly, a sign of relaxation. Minute relaxation at that, but it was a start.

Krypton's observation was correct, though June felt a lurch in her heart at how easily the larger wolf guessed at her identity. June was not her true name, not so far as she felt it was, but she was still uneasy when someone she hardly knew spoke it aloud. It shouldn't have surprised her. She was a Silvertip, Mason's only trueborn sibling, and her identity was therefore not easy to hide. Everyone knew who she was. It made no difference to the yearling who was most comfortable being unseen and unknown, but she accepted it well enough beyond the initial jump of her heart.

"Yes," she confirmed, but Krypton hadn't needed it. "Silvertip would not be Silvertip without its crown family," and this she said with only a hint of pride and no arrogance. She knew she was not the heir to Silvertip and wouldn't have wanted it even if she was. There were other things June sought in life, and it was Mason's destiny to lead the mountain. She dared not speak that aloud. Krypton was a friend of FitzDutiful but she was likely also a friend of Zaria. June had nothing against Zaria, but the woman was not a Silvertip, and her claim to the mount was only temporary until Mason claimed it for himself.

"You knew my dad well?" she wondered, but she'd already assumed yes. Assumptions were never right to make, but June hadn't grown up that much yet.