Silvertip Mountain Drained

Love the insight in Mason's thought process <3

Zaria opened her eyes when he felt Mason at the side of her neck. She tried to turn it a bit but it hurt. She realized she could go for another few sips. She felt how Mason laid by her side. It felt a bot wrong. She knew he was offering her comfort but the female rather had Fitz's bigger body next to her. Mason was becoming more and more of an adult, he seemed to pick it up more maturely from what she gathered now, calling her a good friend. Was she really a good friend? Zaria wasn't certain.

The female didn't move as he pushed his face in her fur, not sure if this was exceeding a boundary or not. The young female was too tired to even think too much of it. She needed her rest. Her wound was clean, she drank, which means she would probably need some food in her soon. For that she might have to look at Fitz. He would probably do that for her. After all he was her mate now. Plus she got this wound protecting his son.

"You frightened of the cougar?," she asked carefully, wanting to come to that topic. Mason had to endure a lot lately so maybe it was good he would talk to her about it. "You can still tell me things," she pointed out.