Blackfeather Woods Following the Trail

She'd had some hope that their son was still Alive but was enraged that someone had hurt him. The anger kept her warm and going strong, keeping up with Mawk who she walked beside occasionally nudging him with her nose. She wouldn't let her hope be ruined, Everything would be alright... wouldn't it?

Unfortunately for Cebra that hope was short-lived as they reached Duck Lake. The intestines that lay there broke her instantly, reeking of Burr's blood and so obviously marking what must have been his death. There wasn't any hope. They'd been much too late to save their son. A surge of grief had made her lift her muzzle to the air and release a howl of agony, eyes squeezed shut and nostrils flaring against the stench of Burr's innards. When she couldn't muster the energy to scream anymore, she lowered her head and puked. Her whole body quaking, she had stood up again with dead eyes and continued onward with the group, her only focus on seeing where her boy's body had been dragged to. 


They followed the trail to a familiar place, instantly bringing a surge of rage through her. She turned to face Mawk, knowing he'd understand her rage. "I want vengeance on this pack. This is twice that they've brought me and you grief. They damaged Cyron and killed Burr." her voice trembled and there was a fire in her eyes that spoke of madness. It was entirely possible that when she was calmed down and right of mind she'd choose to focus on caring for her remaining family instead of seeking out vengeance on a whole pack, but right now all she wanted was their blood on her paws.