Silvertip Mountain When Snows Arrive

Zaria had been a bit skeptical about her mate's idea at first when he explained the idea to her. Though, once she realized that she would get a present too that made the whole thing a lot more fun. Zaria had no idea what she had to get for any of her pack mates, so in that sense Fitz had been right that it was good for bonding. Secretly she hoped she would pick Fitz. She looked at her mate and shifted more towards his direction. If it wasn't so cold she might have joined Steady into his playfulness and frolic around with him, but Fitz started to explain about the stones.

Zaria got to her feet, her tail up as she trotted forward to the stone. The dominant little thing looked over the types of stones. She wanted to pick first, just like how Fitz and her would eat first. She glanced over the stones. She felt like the one with the sharp edges might be hers, though she didn't like the fact that she would be see-through. No, she was a brick wall, only lowering pieces for someone she allowed to see. Her green eyes glanced over the types. Would the big black one represent Steady? The little white one that wasn't perfectly round June? Six stones, she counted the wolves. Her, Fitz, Mason, June, Steady, Alastor, Chaska... that was seven. "Don't we need one more stone?," she asked to her mate then.