@ClasspetNodding at her mate's comment Ambra did not wish to fully alarm anyone but now was a time when she truly wished that she herself could go and track down the scoundrel that had been living here. If he had killed the human that had been squatting here there would be hell to pay. "Perhaps a bear got the human and whoever this was just stumbled upon it. Moon I hope so." She murmured as she looked at James. This could be a horrifically bad deal. Humans, though not pack creatures, were social nonetheless and they tended to be too curious for their own good. Far too curious and full of endless dreams of wild adventure.
Ambra swept across the porch, her long ankle length coat was one she had kept from back home. It was warm even in the coldest of places and was made of tanned bear hides, sew together by hand when she had turned sixteen. The outside was dark with wear and oil that kept the coat waterproof but the inside was the soft thick fur of a bear's winter coat. The brown bears in her homeland were ferocious and would kill pups if they caught them out in the forest and could physically catch them. It was always sad when someone lost a pup. She heard a small whimper off to the side of her and looked over at the child. Niall had nuzzled her but she didn't seem to be consoled by the large male though he was trying to assure her.
She made quick work of the space between her and the child, her icy blue eyes filled with warmth for the child. The pup had trudged along well enough through their long journey and she couldn't imagine losing her own mother at such a young age. Juniper had taken a keep liking to the pup though and was mothering her well enough. With Juniper now gone though Ambrosia swept the child up, holding her with ease. The bands of muscles in her arms flexed and rolled beneath her skin and the coat she wore. The child's parka was not quite what would be needed this far north and Ambra would have to get her another one. She sat Myst on her hip and tucked some of the little girl's loose hair behind her ear, "Na gabh dragh leanabh, tha a h-uile math." Her high voice was soft and silky smooth as she spoke to the little girl. One could almost never assume that Ambra would always speak the same language when she spoke as she was fluent in nearly too many to count from the time she had spent traveling. Most Lycans learned languages rather quickly just by exposure for one reason or another, it was also a knack of Ambrosia's.