Just want to state they aren't trespassing! They are right on the borders.
@Vaati preferred but anyone else is welcome.
@Mawk figured this should get done and over with
They had left the same day that Illecebra had found the scent trail of her son and another leading away from their territory. Mawk had followed her away from Easthollow and off they went to track down their baby boy, their youngest. The travels had taken a while and they had originally lost the scent but continued on a fairly direct path and recognized the scent of the one they believed stole Cyron as they walked past this pack's borders. Illecebra now stood fuming upon the borders, hawk like eyes staring at the gore and bones that littered the scent line. "
Mawk...." she began her eyes widening as she turned her head to look at him. This pack already seemed to be a not so peaceful one and If Cyron was here there was a great chance he was deceased. "
Prepare yourself." she finished.
Stading firmly she lifted her head and called for an audience with a high rank. Just because the borders were fearsome enough did not mean she would turn tail and run. Her son was here she just
knew it and she refused to abandon her child to what she now imagined to be a pack of bloodthirsty savages.
His hackles had been twitching from the moment they set off to find Cyron, only prickling more once they arrived at the woods. It was a daunting place indeed, not one that he could ever picture himself living in. Why these wolves chose to live here, he could not understand, but each to their own. He pressed his side against Cebra in hopes of calming both their nerves, for it seemed they were both on edge. The borders of this place were horrifying, to say the least - gory and littered with bones. It was a decent way to dissolve the threat of tresspassers, but he would never have even thought about doing such a thing. It was most disturbing.
To his mate's words he repsonded with a nod and a deep breath, eyes peering into the darkness of the territory as they stood at the edge.
Illecebra and Mawk hadn't had to wait for long before a hulking white brute appeared before them, a bristling and stern image that Cebra found suited the violent looking borders. He sent up a call for someone else and Illecebra flicked an ear finding it odd that he seemed to find the need for back-up. Her eyes cold she drew in his scent and balked her own fur rising instantly as she recognized it. She bumped mawk with her shoulder and pressed against him, trying to shove down the immediate urge to leap at this man's throat. "We tracked our son's scent here. Small white little boy, reeked like skunk." she muttered in response to the quite inhospitable question of "what did they want".
She remained still though her muscles quivered and tensed up at the knowledge that this man right before them had taken her little boy away from the borders. "We want him returned. Simple enough." she stated staring him down with little fear. Her coldness and anger was a facade to hide the fear that Cyron had died or that he would not be handed over peacefully to them like this man should do. Illecebra didn't turn her gaze toward the black she wolf who she could see from the corner of her gaze, instead focusing her full attention on the pup thief.