Silvertip Mountain Entertain me.

Zaria had closed her eyes by now, thinking that she could use a nap. She was by the entrance of the alpha chamber. She and Fitz slept there but Mason and June were always welcome to join. The slender female opened her eyes at the sound of a voice, not because she was calling her mommy. Zaria raised her head slowly because of the wound on the side of her neck and shoulder. Her green eyes then fell on the small frame of June, she got to her feet. "Zaria," she corrected the youngster.

She didn't want to be her mother, she would never be her mother? Maybe if she would have met the children when they were a few weeks old she could pass as their mother but now, being six months Zaria didn't have much ambition to jump in as a mother. She would be a good friend, a wolf to go to in need, but not their mother.The slender female approached her, though for Zaria it was on a very friendly matter, and sat down before her. She didn't look mad, or irritated. Her green eyes curious as to what she needed her for. Maybe her help was needed for some reason.