Blackfeather Woods Mama bear

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.