Silvertip Mountain Zhavvi does not cry.

Last round-ish? :3 <3

Zaria was pretty much settled against Fitz now. She rather liked it and it kept her warm. She almost wanted to snuggle more against him and use his thick fur as heater. She was a sucker for heat, these other seasons she dislikes, if she only knew what was coming! Zaria watched Mason but was clueless about his blushing. She was interested in what he said though. "Was 'I Spiii?," she asked curiously. As a Dorthran wolf she never really got the play games. It was just behaving and acting like her father wanted her to act.

He only fun was ordering the slaves around, well he didn't have any slaves here. She decided that slave made her vain and mean. The girls sat up and turned herself to Mason to learn this new game. Oh she was definitely staying over tonight, she was just going to try and press her luck because she would have nothing rather to be laying between Fitz and Mason. She was rather liking Fitz, because he let her do her own thing and not be controlling. She was rather fond of that. Plus the male had sometimes a look in his eye that she kinda liked. Her green orbs looked back at him now. "Zaria wanna learn I Spiii," she spoke.