Silvertip Mountain Warm me up!

Zaria didn't mind the closeness for once. The female thought how snug it would be if she had Alphas Fitz here with her. She would be surrounded by fluffiness and warmth from the pale thick coat. But the father would never leave his kids probably. Zaria wasn't sure how to get further with this. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. She didn't love before so why would that change so suddenly now. It probably wouldn't.

Her slender frame laid next to Mason's and her muzzle turned to him as he said something but she didn't know the word 'song' yet. Then the male started singing, it sounded rather nice. She wasn't used to this type of singing they had more warrior shouts but nothing like this. Her ears, that were usually held back and flattened, perked up at the tones filling the small space.

Zaria wasn't really much of a singer or musical at all but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it right? The female nodded slowly. "Zaria likes. Only not used to.. song. Zaria never song. Warrior and Murder calls," she explained. She wasn't sure if Mason knew a lot about her previous culture.