He sighs as he settles into the small cushion of soft grass and clover beside her. She had been meaning to eat that. Fiddling with the sheath of his sword as he moves it from his back into his lap he avoids her gaze. "Mother, Mogar does not understand... Ponytail Lady." So that's what this was about. Finally.

If you asked her this was a simple, very straightforward, situation with an almost laughably easy solution. "Mmmooo."

"But that is the problem, she is not like any other females of this place that Mogar has met." Well of course she wasn't.

"Moo?"

"She is not strong like the warrior women who protect this city," Ah, yes, the blue clad warriors who handled the battles too small for Mogar's friends to notice. "But she is able to control all of her pack with respect… and maybe a little bit of fear." A fear he seemed to share to a degree. "They make sure she does not let herself go hungry or without rest and she ensures their injuries are tended to, their battles not fought alone." Well what else would he expect from such a female?

"Mmmoooo?"

"Yes," He sighs heavily and leans against her. His voice takes on just the slightest hint of a whine. "And her scent is everywhere. She is always scenting all of them without even thinking, it is simply a part of how she cares for them." He smiles softly, "They are soothed by her very presence before she even speaks a word of comfort."

"Moo."

"Well, that is not the problem." He sits up again, face pensive. "Mogar understands Ponytail Lady is the alpha, but Mogar does not understand… Hilda." What was there to understand? He seemed to have it figured out well enough.

"Hhhrmmm?"

"Mogar does not understand why Ponytail Lady makes him… nervous. He does not wish to be alpha, and she does not threaten him. So why do I feel," he shifts around and scowls at a clump of grass in front of his feet. "Uneasy around her?"

Oh, well that was easy. "Moo." Idiot boy.

"Mother! I am not-" He turned his head away at her incredulous look, a light dusting of pink covering his cheeks. "Besides, she is this pack's alpha. They need her."

So did he. "Mmooo."

"I did not say that!" She rolls her eyes towards him dramatically. "Besides, even if Mogar did wish for that he cannot- He will simply have to do without. She belongs here, and I belong to- in... the forest."

"Mmoo." She glares at him, huffing in his face. Really, how did she raise such a stupid boy?

"Mother-"

No. She would not let him be this stupid. "Moo."

Mogar sighs heavily, "Very well… but I will wait until this day of celebration they are preparing for."

Not good enough. "Hhrmph." He clicks his tongue at her when she pushes him a little off-balance with her nose.

"Fine, Mogar will start tomorrow." That's better. She swallows her mouthful of now thoroughly chewed grass and gives him a long lick up the side of his face that makes the hair on one side of his head stand up a bit. He makes a disgruntled sound and sniffs the air to make sure they're alone before whispering, "Mogar loves you too mother. Thank you."

Oh her little warrior. No matter how tall he grew, how strong he became or how many enemies he vanquished, he would always be her little bearcub.