Balthazar's beady yellow eyes settled on the grimacing female with a look that could be summed up as one of mixed disdain and amusement. He wasn't afraid of her, or the male for that matter. The male appeared the calmer of the two, but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. But Balthazar knew they wouldn't hurt him. They couldn't. He was enjoying the sort of immunity that holding one of their own hostage conferred him. If they wanted to know where she was, if they ever wanted to see her again, they couldn't lay a paw on him. The thought only bolstered his already over-inflated confidence.
"You assume correctly," The brute remarked breezily, at least the cedar wolf was sharp enough to realize that he didn't come here as a good Samaritan, and wanted something in exchange for Oula.
"It's quite simple, really. For your woman's safe return... How about we make a trade?" He stepped forward, beady yellow eyes narrowing like the cat who'd eaten the canary. "That relative of hers, the Whitebark male." He said succinctly, not for a second considering that the wolf he was looking for wouldn't be here. "Just bring him to me, and I'll bring your woman back, safe and sound." He reasoned.