[b][h2][color=slategray][center][b]Mason[/b][/center][/color][/h2][/b]
[center][h3]Moonlight Manor[/h3][/center]

Mason had woken at nearly 4AM this morning when James had made his way to his room, coming back from patrol. It wasn't uncommon for Mason to wake at any noises throughout the night. The man had gotten used to waking up in the night, living in a manor surrounded by people but he doubted he'd be sleeping through such noises anytime soon. He managed to keep his guard up even in his sleep, something that had become commonplace while on the run for six years. It had become etched into him with time and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to attempt to stop it. He'd considered going on a patrol of his own, but decided against it. Instead he found himself lying awake in the bed with his hands behind his head staring at the ceiling, the cogs in his mind turning away.

He couldn't be sure when he fell back to sleep, he hadn't intended on staying up but his mind wouldn't let him rest. When he finally roused the next morning at the noises downstairs he decided to hang out for a bit before heading down. Sitting up in the bed listening in as events unfolded downstairs. Leo, the fresh wolf of the pack showing up with some food for everyone. Followed by James eventually making his way down, some of the others showing up. It would seem he was the last one to actually get out of bed. An amused smile crossed his face at the thought. Slipping out from the covers he made his way to the nearby window with his boxers and sleeveless tank top shirt. He cracked it open letting in a breeze of cold air that rushed over his bare skin. Breathing in deeply his nose picked up on some of some of the other pack members, it would seem they we're returning. 

Slowly but surely the man got dressed and made his way downstairs. The kitchen would seem to be the hotspot, as that was where everyone seemed to be. Mason entered the room with a sheepish smile, [color=slategray]"Morning."[/color] The man said quietly, moving to the sink where he poured himself a glass of water before leaning his back against the counter next to the sink as he took a sip. Mason was content with standing quietly, watching and listening. Just being around those he'd come to care for over these last few months.