She can hear her mother’s call, and it brings a roll to her eyes. Anath thinks she means business, and Bane can’t help but sneer. The woman that sat at the top, lording over the Peak had no idea of her age, and no idea what she was missing on the ground level. There were people ever that could be taken out, that could be taken down. She just didn’t get it. The champagne general was out of touch and couldn’t keep hold of this place, even if she wanted to. Bane can feel it all bubbling up around her, and she doesn’t want to touch it. The mare just… she just doesn’t want it. The champagne pair doesn’t seem to get along as well as the maybe could have. Mothers and daughters maybe aren’t the best.

Bane moves lazily toward the source of the call. Let the rest of the creatures that inhabited the Peak fall into line. The dun mare was happy to let them all fall into place. She didn’t want to bother with being alone with Anath. Her mother wasn’t the sort of creature that was one for small talk, was for drawing things out. Being alone at the face of her daughter wasn’t what she would find savory. Bane knew her mother better than most, though she denied ownership of the creature at all. All in the same, Bane didn’t want the woman to be her mother. Downright crummy one she was.

The summer day hangs lazily around Anath’s shoulders. Her eyes were bright and brilliant, more bright and shining a green than that of her mother. It’s her mother that comes into view at the head of a group. Bane is at her haunch, skulking around behind and narrowly avoiding a kick. She watches the General tense, wind up like she’s ready to strike. A chuckle slips easily from the overgrown child, her head tossing wildly as she picks up a lope and moves around the edge of the group, trying to find a place to insert herself. She’s looking to cause a stir, longing for some sort of reaction from someone. It’s an easy study of body language, deciding to put herself between a delicate grey mare (too flimsy to be of any good) and a gawdy creature, each with a foal on their other side. Welcome to Bane’s world.