Halcyon moved closer to the door of the hotel, sniffing curiously inside before she swung her now-armored head to regard the men. She wondered if the youngest was threatening them with that talk of the line, and while she wanted to speak up, she would leave the discussion to Jan.
"A week?" Jan said. "They said nothing of being trapped, being held for any amount of time," he growled. His claws dug at the barren earth and he lowered his head slightly as he drew his lips back to bare his teeth fully. "This is treachery," he decided before he threw his head back and lifted onto his hide paws. His forepaws lashed at the air before he landed again.
The other bears took up the growl, none of them pleased with the turn of events. Trapped? Here? On this barren isle that was far too hot for them to exist comfortably on for the entirety of a week.
"Do you have some evidence we will be returned at all?" Jan growled, his eyes lingering between the older male and the one who'd been doing most of the speaking. If they were trapped here for a week, they would need food ... and he smelled no game save the humans. Even the water did not carry the scent of fish or seals or anything edible. It reeked of humanity and barrenness, of death and salt.