Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

Zaria's cry seemed to have initiated the attack of several other wolves. Steady and even Fitz jumped to help her. Zaria was very wary of the claws of that thing. They had to get Mason out. It seemed the cat was surrounded by everyone in the pack now. At least what Zaria could see. She thought she was sticking to Fitz's plan of surrounding him and then attacking. "Let Mason go! Or you will be killed. Seven against One," she called out to the cat.

She wanted to attack and jump to his throat but she had to be sensible too. She couldn't do that otherwise Mason would hurt even more. She couldn't handle that. The cry was already too unbearable to hear.