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

You could say that Zaria was quite surprised by the youngster's reaction at her helping him. It didn't seem that it was very much appreciated by the young male. Zaria didn't show any signs of shock, since his roar was something that instantly put her on edge and in a fighting position. Her hackles were raised, her head low in attacking mode and her body rigid. Even her teeth were slightly bared in response to his roar. She let out a growl back to him a tiny one. This was Zaria's reaction of being startled she would instantly go into a fighting mode ready to protect herself from any attack that might be coming her way.

Zaria bared her teeth as he kept staring at her, something that she saw slightly as a challenge. Scratch that she did see it as a challenge with her background. She kept her teeth bared and her fur raised. If Fitz would see her now he might be a bit startled by the sight of her standing in such a way across from Mason. She was ready to carry out an attack this instant but it was the thought of Fitz that held her back. Mason was his son, she couldn't just attack him, though the spicy lady was very close to doing so anyways. "I helped you," she huffed through her bared teeth, clearly a bit pissed that his reaction wasn't grateful. She had helped him. She had been amazingly nice, he should be thankful that she was even that nice to help him in the first place. Not yell at her. She definitely didn't deserve yelling.