so far, the great black mare had been remiss in executing her grand vision for the bachelors she had whisked away to their mountain home. one by one božena had hoped to win their allegiance by sharing her story, her wish for a future with much less turbulence between the crossing herds. why should they fight so hard against each other when they shared so much in common? after witnessing cullen’s vile tyranny personally, and being subjected to his unholy remarks about desires regarding her future offspring, not to mention the killing of her sestra, she was determined to see him fall into ruin.

rumors were easy to catch wind of on the crossing, even amidst the mountains high above. one particular rumor left her heart hammering with hope of possibility. she is pleased when the young stallion who had come on behalf of his friend, returns, and so she greets him pleasantly when his call falls upon her broad dark ears.

božena regards the spotted youth carefully, having little knowledge of him other than his effort to do a good deed on behalf of a friend. in her mind though, just about anyone would be better than the deranged boss that now ruled the southern territory.

”welcome bratr.” the massive black mare keeps her body relaxed, as she is practiced at doing despite her fierceness and her soft dark eyes search him deeply, hopeful. ”have you learned the fate of your friend? is she safe? her accent is much softer than it used to be, though the language of the vlast still sits ready, thick upon her tongue. she hopes that though he is young, he will beat the older more experienced stud soundly…and that he will help steer the course of the crossing’s future if the mission is successful.