The flat rejection and sudden fire in the stallion who was flittering away like a scared girl a moment before makes Osiris's ears flick back in annoyance. Was he not just slowing the inevitable at this point? Still, before the hybrid could make another pounce, the stallion of ice and snow was beginning to speak again, his voice cool and decisive, reminding Osiris much of the Winter winds. Questioningly, a brow raises upon the large wolf's face, even as Kaya moves to sidle along the side of the Frostheart, crouching low in the brush to keep her out of sight. Those words, a forewarning to the large beast, do not immediately seem as a threat. It is not until the yelp from behind the great wolf rings out that Osiris understands what the bastard means.

The little wolf, hardly even full grown, continues to cower, but not due to the harsh bark of Osiris, but out of pain. Curling inward, he falls, and it is then that the female lets out a tearing growl before the hybrid stallion even has time to react. Launching herself from the shadows, she aims her teeth at the delicate flesh of Mauja's back, right cannon, attempting to clutch onto it and tear the crucial muscles and render him lame. Mouth agape, dumbly, the brute looks behind him toward the squealing wolf being aided by the much larger of his remaining pack, the normally steadfast elder male giving a gentle nudge to the boy's face. His family in pain. His family. The ones who had saved him from the jaws of death. From the skies, Comadre sails down to clutch the youngest male wolf protectively from whatever curse Mauja has placed upon him.

Looking back toward Mauja, Osiris has finally caught up to reality. In his chest, a growling rumble raises. "I will drag you back as a corpse, you bastard!" The voice, normally so calm and collected, sounds wildly feral, brutish, deep, guttural even. The growl ringing from his throat continues, and he too launches his body forward, caring not for delicacy anymore. Damned be the order from the Grey, for Ophelia will not be able to speak with Mauja if he has his way. A lumbering body springs forward on agile limbs, aiming to slam into the left shoulder of the bastard Ice King, sharp teeth biting without mercy toward the left side of the brute's face. Today, Osiris thought he had been simply lucky. Now, he may end up leaving a murderer.