Silvertip Mountain O brother, where art thou?

Zaria was curled up in the chamber of her and Fitz. She had been more tried lately maybe also because she was angry all the time. Zaria usually rested with Fitz but now she had her bison skin that kept her warm. The female wolf woke up by a howl from her mate. Zaria lifted her head with a grunt. She unfolded herself from her curled up ball and started to walk into Fitz' direction. The female wasn't in that good of a mood which was clear by the way she was walking.

She arrived moments later with her ears back and her face on thunder. The slender female roamed her eyes over Fitz before they fell on Steady. She raised her head, letting out a soft growl without much reasoning to it. She sat down, not very keen on having anyone close to her right now. "What?," she questioned.