Silvertip Mountain Waking the Dead.

Zaria was surprised by his reaction yet, she could only be impressed by it. The female looked at Mason with a sharp expression, not necessarily unfriendly. She could understand if Mason had talked back but he hadn't. "These bugs are a problem indeed, we have a serious lack of food and the pups can't die," she spoke. If Mason would bring any food on the table Zaria would probably be quick to be pleased. She just wanted all her four young to survive this. She couldn't lose more of Fitz than she already had. Then maybe she would let Mason rule besides her.

Maybe once her young would be grown and be taking care of themselves she would leave this mountain. Without Fitz she was not the same, she had changed. Normally she would not have minded to be royal but now it felt wrong and Mason had reminded her of that. But she was not backing down quickly. She was going to take this alpha spot to her advantage, otherwise she would not be Zaria.