The stallion returned her call, but it did little to put the new mother's mind at ease. She knew exactly why she was anxious, why her guts seemed to twist in on themselves as she approached. The only thought in her mind was keeping her son safe, and with miles of tundra and treacherous ocean between them and the safety of the Forest, it was hard not to be on edge. The white-faced mare forced her posture to relax, taking up a position several yards away from the stranger.

"Greetings," she said with a small dip of her head. Her voice held a firmness that could have only been bestowed by years of leadership, countless meetings with vagabonds and kings alike. "I hope we're not intruding. My name is Freya, and this is my son Baldr." Her introduction dissipated into the cool air between them. Behind her, Baldr pressed himself closer, peeking around his mother's shoulder to peer up at the ivory-splashed stallion. "I was queen here many years ago. I simply hoped to pay a small visit before returning home." Would he even care why she was here? she wondered.

Now, more than ever, she felt anxious to return to the Forest. A tiny part of her felt guilty for wanting to turn tail and haul her son away from this place. But it was not the same Tinuvel she had known in years gone by, and it was time she accepted that. The Inlet was under new rule now - she had no place here.

((ooc: sorry this is so awful .___.))