Jörmungandr is never far from the herd but she likes some moments to herself to reflect and plan what matters need to be attended to. While he pale son rooted around the tall foliage behind her, she grazed quietly on the juicy shoots of grass and the odd dandelion. While Lyden’s decision to trade their herd mates for Caesisus had not gone down well with the buckskin mare and she still doesn’t fully understand his reasons, things have begun to settle once more. Since Lyden explained and apologised for a few things, she has been less on edge which can only be good for the herd.

As she chews, an oddly familiar scent catches her attention and she lifts her head curiously. Her blue eyes find the tobiano as she appears through the trees, quickly followed by the mare’s nicker. Jörmungandr had not expected to see any of the three mare back so soon and of all of them she expected Zhenya the least. It is not because they do not get along, more that Jormungandr thought Zhenya would have bigger plans to follow than to give the forest herd a second thought. Though a few reservations hang in the back of her mind – like will Soljor be angry, does he even know? - Jörmungandr is pleased to see the painted mare again.

She nickers back, extending her muzzle to the mare in greeting. Zhenya doesn’t smell of the bay but the ocean has a way of stripping scents so that means nothing. ”Zhenya, It is good to see you too” she offers. ”I have been well. What about you? How is the bay treating you?” Her thoughts flicker to Soljor, ”Does Soljor know you are here?”. It would be no good if Soljor gets in a tizz about her visiting. Her gaze flickers to Joukahainen when the mare mentions him, ”Mmmm, too fast.” although she must admit she’s enjoying the independence he is beginning to form from her. She loves her son, but every mother can admit their children can be pains and a break is well appreciated.