Stone Circle Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

The anger in which was returned to his approach startled the man and he took a step backward with his body tensed in confusion and prickling worry. There was a moment of silence, and Mawk took this opportunity to assess the situation, though it brought him only confusion. Indeed his vision had been correct and what he had seen was not a mirage formed from the sadness of his son's death - his mate really was here, standing before a fox cub and defending it as if it was her own blood. The gamma's tongue drew out to sweep uncertainly across his lips, eyes glimmering with various thoughts and mixed emotions. A side of him was fearful, anxious of what was to come of his mate and her... whatever her mind had come to, another side was sorrowful when he came upon the sight, and another was angry. Angry because something was wrong with his wife and he had no idea how to fix it. Her words struck a nerve and he felt his heart sink - oh no. 

"Ah... Cebra..." His gaze trailed to the innocent youth, and he frowned. His angel seemed so happy, and she placed the cub just in front of his paws. "That... that isn't Burr. That's not even a wolf." Internally he cringed, stressing over what Illecebra's reaction would be to his words - if she truly believed this was Burr, it was likely she would not take it well. "That's a fox, my love." Mawk attempted to draw closer to lick gently at her cheek if she was to allow it, hoping he could ease any anger she had after his statement.