There was no denying who the call had come from, even before his acrid stench wafted across the familiar landscape of her new home. She'd heard it once before, and even now it sent dual shivers of fury and unease racing down her spine. There was no threat in it this time that she could detect, but she had long ago learned that threats didn't always walk in stating their intentions.

The call hadn't been for her, and yet Róisín found herself tracing his ingress into her home with her ears tucked back beneath the heavy blanket of her mane. She had her suspicions as to his purpose in her sanctuary - the thought made her skin crawl all over again with disgust - but she shoved the familiar feelings of betrayal to the side for now. The Lagoon might not have held up their end of the bargain as well as Róisín wanted them too, but that did not mean that she wanted to spark another civil war between the Peak and Lagoon.

The red-gold mare trailed in his wake until he came into view, and then halted to watch him suspiciously. He was just as large as she remembered, and flashes of her fear from her short period of captivity came flooding back. Objectively, Róisín knew he hadn't been terrible to her. That he'd used her as means to an end, and that her family's past traumas meant nothing to him then, and nothing to him now. But she still hadn't forgiven him for the terror she'd seen in her dam's eyes that day, nor for the bone-deep fear that had saturated the swim to the Lagoon.

She wasn't sure she was capable of that.

To see him now, standing confidently once more in a place that she called home, made her viciously uncomfortable. Worse still, was Róisín's assumption as to why he was here in the midst of Fall. The one place he should have never felt comfortable to stand so boldly.

A movement to the side caught the young General's eye and she watched Oswin turn to her son and bid him to stay put until she called. She still hadn't forgiven her Prime Minister for her decisions, even though Róisín had not yet confronted her. It wasn't something that could easily be dealt with on the battlefield, and Rói was not yet sure how to fight battles effectively on moral grounds only. Especially when Oswin couldn't possibly know that it was Tyr that had held her captive.

Worse was wondering if that would have even changed the golden mare's mind.

Róisín shoved those thoughts abruptly away, and gratefully stepped away from her dark rumination over the spotted stallion. Now that Oswin had arrived, Róisín was less worried that he posed further threat to her other sisters, and resolved to at least say hello to Oswald before retreating back into her own solitude. Predators in the mountains were rare with so many watching eyes, but Oswald was precious to them all and with his blindness, an easier target than most.

As she approached, she nickered low in her throat to warn him. "Oswald," she greeted warmly as she took a place by his side, stretching to ruffle at his forelock. "How are you?"