Silvertip Mountain Well great...

Zaria's shoulder was doing a bit better. It was only thanks to Mason's help. The slender female was lucky she hadn't have too much weight resting on her injured shoulder. She often licked it to keep it clean, or let Fitz lick it. The young female stepped out of the glass cave. The big cave had a chamber just for them, but any pack mate was welcome to sleep or rest in the main chamber. As long as they didn't enter the alpha chamber Zaria was happy. She liked her private moments with Fitz after all.

Zaria realized she hadn't done anything about her poison skills for a long while, maybe she would have to take a break from it since winter was coming and there wouldn't be too many herbs. Then she realized that she left her deerskin with poisons back on the other side of the mountain. Instantly her face turned into a scowl. Clearly annoyed with her own stupidity. Now she would have to travel back, and she couldn't do that until her injury was over.