Silvertip Mountain Another road to travel

Zaria was by the den entrance, often letting her pups out to play seeing that it would tire them and she knew that the mountain was safe, they were in the heart after all. She had grown a bit more loving, puking up meat was still a weird concept but she learned because of Fitz. The young mother perked up her ears when she heard a cry. Fitz's cry. The female's heart sunk in her chest. "Fitz!," she cried out. She was not a soulless monster. She might have pretended in the beginning but as strange as it was she truly loved FitzDutiful. She trotted in his direction when she came to a stop. The pups. She was torn between the two.

Fuck. Damn them! "Stay," she spoke, knowing they could understand several words by now. She wanted to threaten them if they didn't stay by the den but her own panic was something that hurried her. She sped off, not very responsible as a mother but she heard her mate. She knew something was wrong. Zaria was quick to reach Fitz, who was collapsed on the ground. "FITZ! FITZ!," she let out, her emotions for once letting her voice choke up. She even stumbled herself as she got closer. She nosed frantically through his fur, her paw pushing against him. She had seen a fare share of dead bodies in her life but she was reluctant to believe it. "No!!! You were not suppose to die! You are the good one! You were my good one."

What was she going to do without him!? She looked around, for once not knowing what she needed to do. She let out a howl, her green eyes staring at Fitz his body. She realized they were becoming blurry. No, this could not be happening, this was a nightmare. This... No. Fitz was her family, she couldn't be losing her family again. Her family. Her pups. Their pups. She swallowed thickly, as she turned away. "I'm so sorry," she choked out, while rushing off back to their young. She never deserved him, this was what happened in return. And now, all she had was the young children that had their blood.