Whispers in the Woods

"Yes Moryana, can you control these gray skinned men?" Anton looked questioningly, nearly accusatorily, to the young woman

Seeing the men, Miyana merely glares at Moryana through narrowed eyes, keeping her bow trained on the closest of the men.

"They’ll only listen to Magda" Moryana voice strained from holding the fox in her arms, her face pale with exhaustion. "I... I don’t think they want us to leave." As she spoke, the gray-skinned men moved closer, forming a half-circle around the front door. They don't attack just yet, but they stand so tightly together it would be impossible to squeeze through.

Nope.
Will quickly estimates 24 grey-skinners. Emerald eyes glance at his four friends, and he adds, Unless we each want five of them, I think we need to return into the Tree, and find a way to break the spell keeping them guarding sentry.
Our fightery fellow looks at Moryana and says plainly, I think we'll have to deal with mother and grandmother.