Nova was no fool, she knew that in her current state she would be no match for the golden stallion should he decide to turn upon her or the child. Regardless of how strong and determined her mind might be in this moment, the sharpness of her tongue is about the only thing she has left. Exhaustion threatens to overwhelm her, turning her usually lithe limbs into heavy pillars of stone. Silver blue eyes glitter in the dark shadows of the leafy trees as Cullen takes a step towards them. Defensively she angles her body infront of the young colt nursing with no care at her side.

He takes a lunging step forward, his teeth gnashing the air before her face. Despite her determination Nova takes a step backwards, silently cursing her instinct for such a display of fear. He speaks against and ears fall backwards in disdain. Definitely she raises her proud head high, depthless silver blue pools glittering with hatred as her own teeth peel back from behind ashen lips. "If your so obsessed with having a son of Warsaw why not let him mount you!" she growls, her lilted tones fierce as defiantly she takes a step forward, fighting against the wave of exhaustion that begged her to merely curl into the cool undergrowth for a well deserved rest.

His offensive posture relaxes and though her suspicion of him was still high, Nova allowed herself to settle the tension that built within her muscles. Weight shifts as one hind hoof cocks at an awkward angle against the dark soil. He continues on and Nova cannot deny the sudden peak of interest that draws her ears forward. She recalled Warsaw telling her once that Cullen was his cousin, but never why it was that the lagoon boss was so desperate for his offspring. To hear it now, the colored words of the golden stallion, it had an alluring affect. To watch her son grow into a fine stallion, honored and protected by the fierce bachelor leader, it was a tempting dream. She turns her gaze to the golden foal suckling against her flank. "His name is Vaingard." she breathes, the words stealing from her lips as she turns her pale gaze back to the stallion. A single brow raises in defiance as she meets his gaze with determination. "Do I look like the type to sit back like an old sow?" she remarks, thick curling tail flicking irritably against the womanly curve of her hips.