Silvertip Mountain Let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like

Zaria hated the snow. She hated it. Fitz might find it beautiful but he better not find it beautifuler than her! Still the petite female was loyal and wouldn't back off from her tasks because there was some of this white snow in the way. But having to go through the cold and have more specs of snow coming down soured her mood greatly. She couldn't even see where she was going and at some places she would sink to her chin in the snow. The higher up the mountain the more snow she seemed to encounter. She had been been to the top, and with all these snows it was probably most likely that she would never go there ever.

Zaria encountered a deep part of the snows again, needing to jump or wrestle her way through it. She couldn't deny that this snow was defining her muscles. The female also knew that she had to keep moving not to freeze to death. Her coat wasn't as thick as Fitz's or any other wolf. She came from the south where no snows touched the ground. Here, located higher than the plains she was born she would have to get used to snow. Her ears perked up as she heard a yelp. A prey! Wounded! Zaria rushed forward. The snow became less deep and traveling was easier. As she came closer to the sounds she realized it was Mason. The poor little boy didn't get a break did he?

Zaria trotted forward to the youngster. Her tail was up but her eyes looked worried. She smelled blood. Instantly her nose went through the fur on his neck almost looking like a worried mother. Then she spotted the paw with the piece of rock in it. See, all the snows fault. It was probably because of this damn snow Mason hadn't seen the rock. "I hate snow," she huffed and then moved her muzzle down to inspect Mason's wound. Zaria, as sly as she was, eyed to the side to see Mason's face for a moment. Just before she bit down in the sides of the pad, it was quick but probably painful for Mason. Still it was like popping a pimple, the piece of stone was at least out of his paw. "You can lick your paw now," she pointed out. Because if Mason licked it before then he might cut open his tongue too. That danger was removed by Zaria. And she was not going to lick his feet, that was just disgraceful.