Silvertip Mountain Digging that den.

Zaria was wheezing and puffing out quite a bit. In this moment she was actually glad that it wasn't full blow summer yet seeing she might have a heatstroke if she had to dig this den. Zaria hated to ask for help, she was independent from a very young age, always wanting to prove herself. She closed her eyes briefly, wishing that this pups were out of her body. She needed this. Her eyes opened when she heard someone approach, when she saw Mason close to her pup birthing den she bared her teeth a bit, a little tremor of her upper lip. Yet when she realized Mason was actually being really respectful and nice to her Zaria let out a long sigh. Her ears fell back and looked a bit uncertain for once at Mason. Not because of his presence but the presence of her pups that were coming.

Secretly she was happy they Mason was excited about his new siblings. June was only hanging around faintly and Zaria could imagine that the young male missed her. It also meant she could tell Mason to be on baby sit duty. "I'm glad you are," she spoke, but on a slight tone that she didn't sound too excited for the pups herself. She would never admit this but she didn't know how to mother or how to deal with pups. She was a harsh woman that often dealt with her own moods and cycles. She didn't need four tiny monsters to watch over too. She looked at the den to then look back at Mason. She let out a soft huff. "Me... A mother. Truly Mason... This never should have happened," Zaria spoke to him, seeing that she kind of wanted to hear for some reason that she was going to suck as this. Maybe it was just the reversed psychologically she needed to hear. Just like how her father said she couldn't fight and she worked so hard to be a fighter.