Blackfeather Woods Mama bear

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.