Blackfeather Woods Mama bear

Sorry for the hold up!

The white wolf did not take long to arrive, and as he approached Mawk felt his hackles prickle with anticipation. He wanted to hurt him, for the scent was the same as that of the one who had stolen their child. He narrowed his burning amber eyes but was silent as the stranger sent up another call. Another wolf, darker in colour, arrived but he only sent her a short glance. His gaze was trained on the brute. "We have reason to believe that you took him."

Mawk nodded at his mate's statement. They were, after all, not looking to fight - the reason for their approach to the edge of the Woods' borders was simply to retrieve their son and then they would leave. However, if this wolf refused, then... then he would not say no to a fight. He would fight for his son, as most fathers would. It was not a matter of what he 'wanted', for peace was what he wanted. But sometimes peace did not get you what you needed, for some would only give in if they were fought. Some wanted to fight.