Silvertip Mountain i'm so sick of being sober

Zaria was making her way through the deep snow, the higher she was up the mountain the deeper the snow was for her. Her small frame was close to needing to jump to make any progress. She was used to the snow now, but that didn't mean she was fond of it. She liked warm weather way better than these snows. She didn't share her husband's opinion that it was beautiful. Her ears caught a howl of a stranger, being the protector and warrior that she was she instantly moved herself closer to the borders, this time she did jump through the snow to get forward.

Once the snow grew more accessible for her height she started to make some speed. She couldn't deny that this was keeping her in excellent shape. The lean female trotted forward closing in on the borders. It didn't take long for her nose to single out the stranger. Her tail was up and her whole body posture was dripping with her dominance. Zaria had quite the attitude, and she loved her position. The female expected wolves to knock on their door. This one, a young male, seemed to fit the category of wolves that would make it past the picky female. "You called," she stated, her voice accented.