her fatigue ripens at the expectant look on bacardi’s face and her soul feels an undeniable heaviness at having to look him in the eye with the terrible truth she carries but the mare knows it must be done. it isn’t until her lips part, just about to deliver the devastating news, that wasp makes her approach. she nickers in greeting then, a quiet broken sound, waiting for the young mare to stop beside her bratr to proceed.

Božena shifts her weight often, taking turns resting her tired limbs, but she is still when wasp comes to her. her dark brown eyes let loose an onslaught of quiet tears, though she stands stoically to steady the slightly smaller mare who leans on her. they do not need to speak, to each other at least, to understand what has transpired.

her breath shudders in her ribs as she watches the young bay mare address her prizes, if she could call them that, and then, bacardi. a pang of hurt thuds hard in her chest at the blow he is about to be dealt and she only wishes she could bare it for him. as it was, Božena can only lower her massive head solemnly, her ears following wasps voice intently. the towering dark mare did not wish to come between the siblings in any way, so she waits quietly, for their exchange. there would be time in a few minutes to fully explain her reasoning for bringing the bachelor band to their mountain haven while she had them both there. it was not only to deal the only blow she could to cullen, who had taken their matka… but to bring about real change… the animosity between the lagoon and peak was unsustainable.