Silvertip Mountain SNOW.

Zaria smelled as he told her so. The air was crisper and ... something else. But still Zaria was very skeptical about this white stuff. Fitz seemed to love it, though she didn't share is opinion with him at all. Her facial expression looked skeptical as Fitz explained her about it. "I don't share," she retuned and frowned. She moved closer to Fitz and licked his muzzle. She disliked that this would take several moons. Dread moved towards her stomach. "Fitz keep me warm," she hummed with a bit of a smirk on her face. It had been some time with her shoulder but now it was feeling better. It was only the fur that needed to grow over it.

Zaria wagged her tail at Fitz, signaling that she was thinking about something she liked. It didn't happen often that she was wagging her tail this wildly. "I want hot weather again," she admitted. "But if Fitz keeps me hot I am okay too," she spoke, hinting to Fitz she wanted to do something fun.