Silvertip Mountain Zhavvi does not cry.

Mason suggested nicknames and Zhavvi jumped all over them. It appears that was exactly what she wanted and FitzDutiful smiled. He had never really known the whole nickname situation despite lots of people having one for him. He had never come up with a nickname for another wolf either. If he referred to someone differently, Kero or Perry for example, it was because they had been introduced that way.

However, it seemed Zhavvi was now going to go by Zaria and if that made her happy then he was okay with it too. "Zaria it is then." he said with a smile, feeling flushed when she licked his cheek. This was too familial. Too picture perfect. Him, her, his children. She seemed to get on so well with Mason and maybe it wouldn't be sure a bad thing if —

No.

Too much, too soon. He'd done it once, twice in fact. Not again.

Still, he didn't pull away and he let himself relax onto her companionably. For now, he was content with what they had.