Desert

She had not been gone long, at least she had not thought so, but she was new to the weight of her title and so it made her anxious to be in all places at once. Sinai was a more independent soul than her other sons and she had taken advantage of that in this instance… but she fears now that it had been a folly.

She sees him, this young stallion, speaking to Sinai, an expression she interpreted (even if wrongly) to be conniving - simply because it was a stranger speaking to her son. Her lack of confidence in how she was performing her duties when compared to the other who was interested in this job - well, it sends her into a gallop as soon as she takes her first breath after spotting them. Protection was perhaps Harlequin and Cain’s detail -- but she would not stand idle as her son was stolen away like the woman Cain was gone to retrieve so recently was. And by one that smelled of the Lagoon no less!

Her charge isn’t preempted by bugle sounding - only thunder dampened by sands and sandstone packed over the years into harder earth. She charges the young male and does so with fully bared teeth and eyes rimmed entirely with white rage.

When she is just about upon him, she screams her challenge, a sound she had never made - had never thought to ever make. Her forelegs are swiped at him, her ears disappeared into her mane and her forward motion almost unhindered save for the two less feet on the ground.