Something's not right in the Lagoon today. There's someone strange within its borders - someone who doesn't belong. Zhenya senses the newcomer as soon as she steps hoof into the Lagoon. The atmosphere shifts, and she becomes restless. From her spot near the lagoon's main body a water, she can smell the scent of the newcomer on the breeze. It intermingles with the Lagoon's stench of muck and mire and sweat and testosterone. She shifts uncomfortably before setting off to find the source of the scent. She tracks it swiftly and effortlessly.

While normally, Zhenya would be quite receptive to newcomers, this one gave her an odd feeling. She feels irritated by her very presence; like a bug bite she cannot quite reach, or a fly that just won't go away. Her lips pull down into a sneer as she begins to to trail behind the filly, her steps light and noiseless like a wolf on the prowl. When she has the mare in her sights, she circles around, coming out on the trail in front of her and cutting off her path. She uses her entire body to block the mare's way, her posture rigid and her stance one of defense.

"Who are you and what do you want?" She demands, her tone acidic. She kept herself on edge; if the mare tried to give chase or come after her, she would be prepared. Luckily, she had not yet started to show and the foal growing inside her was not big enough yet to weigh her down significantly. "If you come seeking a home, we have no room for you here. Find shelter elsewhere." Her ears turned, becoming buried in her ebony mane. As far as Zhenya was concerned, this mare had no place in the Lagoon.

((ooc: sorry it's so terrible! forgive me.))