Silvertip Mountain A new phase.

Zaria let out a soft woof in greeting when Fitz came into the den. Mostly because he was carrying food she desperately wanted. It was probably the light of her days when she had something to much on. Zaria was not going to admit that watching the pups was starting to amuse her more. She didn't notice too much that some were opening their eyes for bits of time. "Meh, okay. Bored," she spoke and then started to eat from the food. "Hm. They need names Fitz. That's young job, you do the name thing," she spoke to him before going back to her food. She didn't have much of an opinion and he also helped thinking of a name for her she really liked. Now she thought about it, she never really thought back of her time when being Zhavvi. Zhavvi would probably not even have any children. She wondered what her own father would think of them, he would probably hate them because she had been a traitor.

Zaria snapped from her thoughts and then looked at the small bundles. When she looked at one she noticed that she was seeing a set of eyes instead of a pair of shut wrinkles. Her ears intently popped forward and looked at them with interest. Maybe a bit more than she actually let on, on having for them. The female nosed over what would be Solemn, hearing his squeak while another was feeding from her. Zaria licked over his cheek, a bit of a rough lick but at least it was some form of affection from the harsh female.