Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

Edit; Dice Rolled for Zaria's attack to avoid Powerplay. Success.

Zaria had been on the other side of the mountain, hearing the faint howls. Instantly she cursed and sped away. Zaria was quick on her feet. She was considerably closer once her mate howled. Zaria wasn't letting anyone in their territory and now it seemed pretty serious. The girl didn't stop, she ran on. She was used to traveling or running with the bison. Her stamina was great and her lean body only contributed to her speed.

When Zaria arrived she was more a blur than anything else. Seeing Mason before the ... thing... Zaria instantly snarled like a protective momma bear. Without any fear the small female threw herself at the cat without hesitation. She wasn't very familiar with this thing, so she was quite oblivious to the claws the animal had. Her jaw clamped on the neck of the animal, though she wasn't sure if she had a good grip. This creature was on their lands so this warrior girl wasn't going to let anything happen to their pack members.

What she didn't realize was that she was in terrible danger, the cat was far bigger than her. At least this would distract the cat from going after Mason. Zaria's eyes were zeroed on seeing only red. Her mind on making this a murder scene.