Silvertip Mountain Archiving my 'herbs'

Zaria was surprised how accepting the male was. She had not expected that. But she also hadn't expected Fitz to be so accepting. Zaria felt more home than ever. Who says that all the wolves on the mountain were soft and kind. They might be but they didn't look away from the bad things. Zaria did not share the same thought process as the other wolf. She never felt remorse in fact. She would actually stick around and watch their life end slowly and usually painfully.

The dark female nodded while she kept her darkness to herself. "Zaria no regret. Pick wisely and then no regret. If they poison, they deserve," she pointed out. She nodded strictly because she thought she was right. She had to be careful with the poisonous plants though, hence the deer skin. "I'm born dorthran. I don't feel sorry," she pointed out.