Hoshor Plains keep knocking, nobody's home

I will look it up! :D

Zaria wasn't sure what to think of Kero, she could remember him as fun and outgoing, not really caring about anything. Now he seemed reserved and selective. Zaria was not sure if it had something to do with her or if the male changed. It seemed the latter, because she couldn't have done anything wrong. Zaria was perfect.

She nodded slowly, of course she knew now that Fitz also had a bit of a bad side. She liked that about him. "Yes. Zaria very happy with Fitz," she spoke in return, because she was. Not only as an alpha but also as her somewhat boyfriend. It was so weird to think. Since in Dorthran Culture she would never be able to 'test' a relationship. She was to mate who her father wanted to .

The storm. She remembered that. She just joined Silvertip and was cold and all alone. It was the worst night ever since she didn't have much shelter at all. Her fur had been soaked. Luckily when Fitz called she was warmed up by him and Mason. That was the first time she somewhat started to trust Fitz. "Relocated?," she repeated in question. "Is... move?," she wasn't sure, because location sounded familiar.

Zaria looked around. "Not know. Father left or died. The Khalas followed," she stated. Her green eyes looked at Kero. "Zhavvi gone by the time they gone. I was at mountain," she pointed out. She had joined Silvertip to recover from her wound, not because she liked the pack. In the end, she had grown to love them.