.Dipper's POV.
Stretching out in bed, I heard Mason groaning.
"Stay up to late Mas?" I asked, looking over at him, he was half hanging out of his bed "I feel like… Blah…" he groaned again, sliding out of bed, I helped him back into his and touched his forehead "Wow… You're heating up."
He pouted "Don't tell me…" "You're sick." I crossed my arms "I'll see what medicine we have." Grabbing a quick change of clothes, I entered the bathroom and changed in less than a minute, before jogging down the stairs.
Grant Sam, was making pancakes.
"Where's Mason?" she asked "Sick, he's got a fever." I checked the cupboards and pulled out the medicine "Poor boy… He'll miss pancakes."
"Pancakes?!" we both looked at the stairs, as Mason fell down them "I'm not missing pancakes! Even if I'm sick!" he crossed his arms "At least, get off the floor sweetie." Grant Sam started putting them onto plates.
Mason, nearly fell over his feet as he got into his chair, and even took the medicine without, trouble. Which was odd, because both of us couldn't stand it, and often refused to take it.
"Ah, I've made you some hard boiled eggs to go with your pancakes, Mason, I picked up some turkey bacon as well, and these some hash browns." She set down the plates for us.
"It'll be interesting to have meals, seeing Dipper's a vegetarian, but I'm sure we can come up with something." She took a sip of her coffee, I sat on the other side of Mason, who sat between us.
I watched him shovel food into his mouth "Mmmm! These pancakes are great!" he grinned, I put a piece in my mouth "Oh wow… These are really good!" "You think so?" she asked, setting her cup down "All I do is mix the maple syrup into the batter… Nothing special." She smiled at us "But, I'm glad you two like them so much."
I looked out the window, watching a nest of bird's chirp at each other…
"Do you ever wonder what different animals call everything?" I asked, and I felt their eyes on me "How do you mean dear?" Grant Sam asked, "Well… we have names for everything. Bird, fish, mouse, turtle… Do you think if they could talk back, they'd have names for everything too? Or how they communicate…" I looked at them.
Mason, looked lost as the fork hung a few centimeters' from his mouth, while Grant Sam, looked deep in thought "I would think so, every language has a name for something, we might not understand that language, but its still there. Even with languages we can't hear, they still exist, they're still spoken, just differently."
"Why are we having a serious dissucion at breakfast? Isn't this more suited for lunch?" Mason asked, but seemed interested "But, I supposed you two are right, I mean fashion is a language, is shows what the designer, or person wearing it says, or feels without talking."
I took a bite from my egg, and we ate in silence for a few minutes, before, there was barking from outside, we looked out the windows, but… saw nothing.
Grant Sam, grabbed her plates and put them into the dishwasher "Dog walkers… Probably let their dog off their leash or something." She entered the main room, and Mason soon followed.
As I gathered my things, the barking could be heard again, and this time, I saw who was making the noise, the same wolf.
After I put my things away, I headed upstairs as Mason was getting ready to try to nap, grabbing my bag, the journal, flash light, anything I thought I could need really.
As I headed outside for the door, I could hear Grant Sam watching TV, the commercial for this Tent of Telepathy with a girl named Gwendolen.
"Dipper?" I stopped as Grant Sam's voice came from behind me "Ah… I just want to go for a walk." I smiled at her over my shoulder, but she didn't seem convinced "Dipper… Just be safe, chasing things in the dark will get you lost." "If I get lost… I know Mason will come find me." I opened the door "And… I won't be alone. I'll be safe, I'll see you later Grant Sam." As the door closed behind me, I heard her sigh and say something close to "Stay together…"
I walked down the steps and away from the Shack, I cast a quick look over my shoulder at it, before stepping into the forest.
The wolf, waited there for me, and stood up, walking to my side, before barking to the East of us "Alright… Where are you leading me now?" with that, I followed after the wolf.
.Mason's POV.
I looked out the window, I should, be sleeping but…
"Where are you going Dipper?" I asked, our door, opened and Grant Sam walked in "Ah… You are awake." "Grant Sam… Where did Dipper go?" I asked "She wanted to go for a walk?" "In the woods alone?" I felt panic rise up in me "What if she get's lost? She's all alone in the woods…!" she shook her head lightly "Easy Mason… Your sister won't be alone." I watched her sit on Dippers bed, "If your sister got lost… Would you find her and bring her home?" "Of course I would!" I looked at her "I don't just mean direction wise Mason, what if she lost herself, her mind, the sight of what she loved, would you remind her?" Grant Sam smiled softly "Yeah… Yeah I would." I met her gaze "I don't care how lost she gets… I'd bring her back." I smiled "After all… I'm the older twin, its my job to look after my younger sibling, no matter the trouble they get into."
I faced Grant Sam "I know, Dipper better than they know themselves. She isn't going to be stumbling into Wonderland without a rope to climb back out, and she won't be going there alone. I might be sick now, but no matter what, I'm by Dippers side, or I'll be heading there right away."
She stood up, and patted my head "That's good… You two keep close, your stronger together, don't let bad blood thicken between the two of you." I looked up at her "Grant Sam?" "Haha… Take nothing of this old woman's rambling." She headed for the door "Rest well Mason, Dipper will be back soon, focus on getting better, or I'm sure she'll lecture you about not resting."
Nodding, I got back under my blankets as she closed the door…
Grant Sam… how you talked to me, that look in your eyes…
Is there something I'm missing? Or… someone?
Sighing, I closed my eyes and rested against my pillow 'I'm missing Dipper… Is Grant Sam missing someone like them?' before I could think anymore on it, sleep came over me.
.Dipper's POV.
I climbed over the fallen logs, and dusted off my knees, we had walked for an hour in these woods…
A lot of trees had been chopped down, are there lumberjacks around here like Westley's mom?
'Wes…' a picture of his smile flashed in my mind, and I felt my heart do a small leap inside my chest, making me smile faintly 'So… I've got a crush on Wes huh? Man… makes me feel like I'm twelve.'
The wolf, barked to get my attention, and I looked up, sighing "S-sorry…' I picked up my pace, and the wolf trotted beside me.
Slowly, we reached a river with some stones making a path across, the wolf, trotted through the waters easily, but I used the stones, I really, didn't want to get my shoes wet.
Maybe if I was smart enough to put on my hiking boots, then I would've but I wasn't.
After what felt like another hour, we came to a large, grassy field, with dens spotted across the land.
I looked around, not going to close, but the wolf, pushed me forwards, until we were in the middle of it all.
He howled, and I felt nervousness, grow in my stomach.
I heard rustling behind us, and turned, expecting to see another wolf…
I felt my body freeze up a bit, as my mind whirled to think of ways to get out of whatever mess I managed to walk into, thankfully, I came up with five.
"Seriously? You brought the two legs here?"