Silvertip Mountain SNOW.

Zaria let out another huff, taking in the scent of the snow for a moment as Fitz came to her side. Her ears were back in a grumpy manner. The slender female turned to her male. Beautiful? This? No. She was pretty and beautiful but all this... white stuff was not. Though Fitz did give her a compliment and she liked compliments. "Snows?," she repeated and frowned at it. "Never seen it. I don't like. It is cold and wet, and not beautiful," she puffed out.

Zaria rather has sunshine and the warmth shining on her back. But that was not what she was getting. Grey overcast skies and these snows falling from it. Zaria shifted closer to Fitz. "I don't like cold," she complained. She wasn't one to complain, but now she was pretty much fed up with all this cold if it wasn't wind or rains then it was these snows that was making her cold. Her green eyes then caught Fitz's expression and mood. She let out a loud snort, not sure if she was disapproving or liking his idea. "I'm more beautiful than snows," she then decided out loud. "When do snows go away?"