There aren't many mouths to spread it, but news still travels on the island. Zjeena waited anxiously for her stallion to return from his battle with Warsaw. There is more than just his pride at stake, but also their freedom, their freedom to live their lives as they prefer to live it.
Liland's call isn't unexpected, but Zjeena is still startled by the sound. She flinches, and her heart sinks. There is an edge of frustration in his voice that gives away the result without conversation.
Zeena spins on her heel and trots off in the direction of the call. She approaches at a strong pace, her neck arched with tension, and her face lined with concern. She halts before him, leveling her gaze with his. Her ears turn back, an expression of her disappointment, and she nods at the somber news. "Do what you must, Liland. If there's anything I can do to aid the transition, please let me know." And she thinks to herself "And if you need to serve up some sweet revenge, I can help you cook it."
If there's one thing auntie Circe taught her, it's how to give a stallion what he deserves.