@FitzDutiful
Mason had things to tell his Papa. He had good news, and he had… neutral news. June had approached him, and she wanted to travel (like May-May) she said. Mason’s ears had flattened and he had at first refused to acknowledge she could do such a thing herself. He would need to go with her, and he could not leave his father to lead the pack alone whilst Zaria was so vulnerable. But now… with Neverwinter Forest established, he could not hold off his idea for any longer.
Mason bee-lined for FitzDutiful, ensuring his Dad was alone. He didn’t know what had come of his rolling on the scent markings yet, but he doubted Dad would begrudge him that one act of selfish anger. He spotted his Dad up head, pale grey fur bristling in a whirling wind that had descended without warning.
“You heard them?” Mason’s mouth was set in a hard line as he gazed about the trees around them – they were in the main forest on the mountain, which was now one of their main sources of food. The boy had to raise his voice above the wind, and when he looked up, the clouds were thunderous. It was obvious who he meant – Neverwinter’s members. So close to their mountain, the claiming howl had reverberated on the very earth of Silvertip.
Mason turned to look straight at his Dad and got to the point. “June wants to go travelling. I think it’s a good idea, with all this going on.” Mason shouted, gesturing down in the general direction of the new pack. “But she needs to be safe, and I’m not leaving for long. Is there somewhere safe you know of?” As ever he waited for his Dad’s guidance; in this, as in all things.
He knew his father would not deny his only daughter this request, as Mason might have done under different circumstances. He had given her everything she wanted growing up, and he would give her it now, as long as she was safe. Mason’s heart twisted in his chest as he spoke of the subject – he knew that Joo leaving would take a part of him away to that safe place, for their bond could not be broken.
Tree branches whipped and wailed in the air around them, echoing the young Beta’s discontent.
Mason had things to tell his Papa. He had good news, and he had… neutral news. June had approached him, and she wanted to travel (like May-May) she said. Mason’s ears had flattened and he had at first refused to acknowledge she could do such a thing herself. He would need to go with her, and he could not leave his father to lead the pack alone whilst Zaria was so vulnerable. But now… with Neverwinter Forest established, he could not hold off his idea for any longer.
Mason bee-lined for FitzDutiful, ensuring his Dad was alone. He didn’t know what had come of his rolling on the scent markings yet, but he doubted Dad would begrudge him that one act of selfish anger. He spotted his Dad up head, pale grey fur bristling in a whirling wind that had descended without warning.
“You heard them?” Mason’s mouth was set in a hard line as he gazed about the trees around them – they were in the main forest on the mountain, which was now one of their main sources of food. The boy had to raise his voice above the wind, and when he looked up, the clouds were thunderous. It was obvious who he meant – Neverwinter’s members. So close to their mountain, the claiming howl had reverberated on the very earth of Silvertip.
Mason turned to look straight at his Dad and got to the point. “June wants to go travelling. I think it’s a good idea, with all this going on.” Mason shouted, gesturing down in the general direction of the new pack. “But she needs to be safe, and I’m not leaving for long. Is there somewhere safe you know of?” As ever he waited for his Dad’s guidance; in this, as in all things.
He knew his father would not deny his only daughter this request, as Mason might have done under different circumstances. He had given her everything she wanted growing up, and he would give her it now, as long as she was safe. Mason’s heart twisted in his chest as he spoke of the subject – he knew that Joo leaving would take a part of him away to that safe place, for their bond could not be broken.
Tree branches whipped and wailed in the air around them, echoing the young Beta’s discontent.
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A rather blustery day - by Mason - March 01, 2016, 11:01 AM
RE: A rather blustery day - by FitzDutiful - March 10, 2016, 08:56 AM
RE: A rather blustery day - by Mason - March 19, 2016, 06:25 AM
RE: A rather blustery day - by FitzDutiful - April 04, 2016, 06:04 AM
RE: A rather blustery day - by Mason - April 06, 2016, 05:00 AM
RE: A rather blustery day - by FitzDutiful - April 16, 2016, 06:35 AM