Silvertip Mountain Drained

Mason should stop being so cute!

Zaria waited for Mason, once he did return he came back with a rock. Zaria was so confused for a moment, before she realized there was a bit of water in that said rock. She realized she was terribly thirsty. She licked the few drops up from the stone. Wasn't there any moss? No they were close to a glass looking cave. No moss here. Otherwise it could have absorbed water. Zaria looked at Mason and had the tip of her tongue hanging out a bit. She was exhaust but thirsty too. With her new revelation she pushed herself more. She needed a bit of a tug on her scruff for her to pop her feet under her body, but once she was standing she was pretty okay.

Zaria was used to standing, her muscles were trained, even though they were exhaust she could still lock them. "Sorry.. for growling," she stated, normally not really apologizing. The female realized that growling at Mason was not something that would benefit her. "Water," she then spoke, ironically that was also one of the first words she learned in the english tongue. She had come full circle then. Especially now she would need the help of Mason to get there. Zaria stood with her injured neck and shoulder toward him, she hoped that he was smart enough to support her by her other side. Zaria almost growled at herself, this was Mason of course he would think of that!

With the help of the youngest Zaria managed to get to the pool. She felt the need to just topple over in the water, but she knew she wouldn't be able to keep herself up. She laid down again at the edge and started drinking eagerly. With them all moving to another part of their territory she didn't think of calling for a break or to drink water. Zaria always kept going, not always for her own benefit. The water was cold, too cold for her liking, so she didn't drink too much from it since she knew from experience it would hurt her. Her shoulder throbbed and itched. Maybe it was also the whole climb that exhausted her. She laid her head down, eyelids falling close. Yet Zaria wasn't sleeping, seen by her ears moving as she listened to her surroundings. "I hurt you. I didn't know," she muttered still with her eyes closed in exhaustion. "I promise not hurt you and I did. I understand you mad. We both not know, Fitz and I. I though I was friend. Good friend."