Liland lifts his head to meet her gaze as she approaches him. Glacier eyes study the sturdy stallion closely, taking in the countless scars new and old that now littered his skin. His constant battles with Rougaru were taking a toll on him. Deep down, she could not help but feel a sense of pity for him, feel something akin to compassion... but as her eyes met his, that quickly vanishes, replaced by something else. Suspicion.

His gaze is hard as he meets hers, no longer a warmth there, no longer comradery, no longer friendly. He is cool as he responds to her, his tone flat and determined, as though he no longer held any concern for the thoughts of herself or the other members of the herd. Raven tipped ears flicker in question as his words ring solomn, matter of fact. He had no plans on moving anywhere else, despite what concerns she might have. A sharp snort escapes her lungs as she lifts her head, meeting his hard gaze with concern. "It might be your true home, but it is not mine, nor could it ever be. My lineage is from the desert sands, the heat of the sun warms my veins and the sharp environment has always made me who I am. Bran might be your son but he is also mine. The desert too runs through his veins. It was where he was born... and where the other foals were born as well. They are used to hardy living accompanied with the island of Salem and yet you take them away from that. You forced us to move to Atlantis and while we all grew fat with nourishing grasses, now you move us once more, this time to a land even more unforgiving. For what reason?" she chides, stomping a single forelimb in irritation.

Rougaru may have started the change, but Liland was a grown stallion, capable of shaping himself as he saw fit.

"You have changed." she murmurs, a single brow arching as he addresses her again, asking if it was his leadership she questioned, if it was really the foals that she concerned herself about or if it was something else. For a brief moment, the image of Shamwari flashes through her mind, the warmth and security of the copper stallion's skin pressed against her own. No, it was not the only reason.

She turns away from him, her silver blue eyes gazing over the permafrost landscape that stretched before them. Here and there, thick trees dotted the landscape, broken here and there by large boulders and rocks already dusted by a thin layer of snow. "I do question your leadership Liland. Now. Before I was sure of your decisions, I felt safe in the belief that the choices you made were in the best interest of your herd but now..." she pauses, giving him one final glance, "now Im not so sure." she breathes.