Silvertip Mountain [m]Snuggled up

Zaria looked at the alpha, or well, she was slowly seeing him differently. Like she thought of before. In the beginning she used his title even in thought and now that title was starting to fade from the wolf Fitz really was. The female pushed her ears forward when he spoke about liking her warmth too. Zaria felt a weird pulse going through her but quickly disregarded it. Her ears perked up was also something of recent, normally they would be flat on her head. Zaria's green eyes looked uncertain for a moment. "I am... small. You big. I only take warmth," she spoke, not realizing that her little frame could return some warmth back to the bigger pale male. Then Fitz talked about wanting her to be happy, she knew that word well now, these wolves used it a lot. And she was far happier than she ever was before.

"Fitzdutiful too kind to Zar--me," She spoke, correcting her habit of referring to herself with her own name. She remembered how much of a struggle his full name was in the beginning. She really felt changed. With the 'too kind' part she meant that she didn't feel like she deserved such kindness. She was still poisoning other wolves, who were strangers, so she didn't care. But still, Fitz seemed like this good guy. Maybe he had dark side like her too. "I want to forget Dorthran Culture, they leave. I getting used to mountain now. Only I misses bison meat and bison skin good to sleep on." Especially now with the rains and colder winds tugging on her fur she almost longed to the warm skin that she could curl up on. But she couldn't take down a bison on her own and Hoshor was quite a way off from the mountain to go hunting. She could ask that.

She rested her head against his shoulder for a moment. Her fur was starting to dry a bit. Her hing legs tugged under her starting to warm up too. As she inhaled she also inhaled his scent. She realized that no other female was really in his fur. He had no mate, that was clear enough otherwise Zaria would have probably run into an angry/jealous female. Even though she wouldn't mind an affair or sneaking around, the idea that Fitz could be all available to her sounded intriguing. She did remember her uncle Lavakho fondly with the play that came from her trying to flirt with him. Zaria didn't even know her favorite uncle had not survived that storm which presumably also killed Fitz's mate. "You not have mate. Who is mother of Mason and June? They mother-less like Zaria? Does you want a mate? Or are you broken like my father but hiding broken feelings?," she asked, maybe it was bold to ask, but Zaria was rather forward with everything. She liked to know if someone could devote their time to her.